Dónall Dempsey Poems

She gathers
the world

into her
...

Here, your daughter
grown beautiful

to be
...

Snow in NYC
falls upon my upturned eyes

as I gaze into its skies
...

She was born
into a world

without telephone...television
...

Before we knew
anything at all about sex

we knew
...

“Tie.”
she queries

“Tie.”
...

My shadow struggles
to keep up with me

trips over
...

It’s grim up North
chilly on Adrian’s balls.

a rediscovered Roman rubbish
...

My uncle
sits cross-legged

the shiny sickle
...

Trying to find sleep
in what was once our bed

I find only
...