Fossil Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Fossil

Rating: 5.0


A coil of
curly hair

trapped in the soap

it’s redness
startling against the white

I excavate it
careful not to disturb it

leave it
a bed of soap

to lie upon

frame it
(nothing else)

just this in a glass box
label it:

“You at 2 am.! ”

The past of all
two minutes ago”

I foolishly loving
this fossil

of you.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Onelia Avelar 17 June 2008

I like the combination 'foolishing - fossil' here - hair in the soap - almost the like hair in the soup, but you make it seem so lovely

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Original Unknown Girl 16 June 2008

I shouldn't be liking this but I do. Why is that? I guess it's because everything you write is dipped in ink from the well of your heart.... HG: -) xx

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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