Dónall Dempsey

(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

An Ever Fix'd Mark


Long journey

missed trains

late trains

(lost trains?)

last
train
at last

brings me to you
in the early hours

of the morning

yawning I

enter like a thief
in the night

to find you
naked

on the ground
as if drowned

Shakspeare's Sonnets
at the outermost reach
of your fingertips

as if you had expired
reading it

my shirt clutched
in your hand

its cuff
stroking your hair

it's collar between your
open lips

my kiss
startles you awake

still cobwebbed
with dreams

you tell
of how

you tried
to stay up
to stay awake
to wait up for me

but sleep
kidnapped you

& hid you
in full view

upon the living room floor

dressed only
in a sonnet

with only
this shirt

for comfort.

I gather you
up

carry you
across the threshold

(never so naked a bride)

of our now
dawn brightened bedroom

you the most
precious

thing on my eart

I lay
you in bed

like a seashell
I had found

marrying our minds

truly

admitting

no impediments.

Submitted: Friday, May 18, 2007
Edited: Sunday, February 27, 2011

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (An Ever Fix'd Mark by Dónall Dempsey )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. OUR CURRENT SITUATION, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  2. A Candid Portrait Of War, Dilantha Gunawardana
  3. An Apparatus, Keith Waldrop
  4. Advances, Keith Waldrop
  5. Majesty, Keith Waldrop
  6. In a Spring Still Not Written Of, Robert Wallace
  7. Giacometti's Dog, Robert Wallace
  8. Dearest Sister, Kaila George
  9. Wounded for me, Royston Allen
  10. A Soldiers Lament, Phil Soar

Poem of the Day

poet Wilfred Owen

All sounds have been as music to my listening:
Pacific lamentations of slow bells,
The crunch of boots on blue snow rosy-glistening,
Shuffle of autumn leaves; and all farewells:

...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]