Dónall Dempsey Poems

Tilly tells me
she “adores” the smell

of
...

The sparkler
amazed the dark

with the beauty
...

The roses
enter the house

through the crack
...

The colours
were having a drink.

Purple was getting
...

The letter
dreaming of being

a word
...

Talking & laughing
in bed

my hand innocently
...

Pandemonium
broke loose

when you entered into
...

Yes I remember
like the scratch

of a match struck
...

So, I’m...
19,584 days old.

So, counting...
...

I watch intently
in my mind’s eye

an ancient Egyptian
...