' ' ' ' ' A Sea Of Stars Poem by Dónall Dempsey

The roses
enter the house

through the crack
in the kitchen window

seat themselves
at the table

as if enjoying
a leisurely breakfast.

The sky
in all its immensity

pushes itself
into the bedroom

becoming a wall
of blue

where now no wall
is.

The living room
empty except

for an old
half sunk trunk

complete with clucking
chicken perched on top

a castaway
on an island.

Cobwebs join hands
linking everything together.

Photographs float
face down

like murder victims

drift from room
to room

ghosts of whom
they've been.

Airmail letters
fragile & blue

claiming to come
from America & Australia

dated
from the sunny 60's

eagerly awaited now
...so much rubbish.

An aged
mirror

mottled & speckled
& scratched

barely able
to reflect

what has happened
to its Past

living as it does
in this Present

(without) (a Future) .

Ordinary objects
float & dream

talking to themselves
in their sleep

trying to remember
the realness of

children's
laughter

childish
tears

Time lies
broken at the bottom

of the broken
stairs

cobwebs stitch
item to item

looking upon
a ceilingless ceiling

seeing only
a sea of stars.