poet Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Gathering Darkness(Being An Early Christmas Poem For Scarlett)

I lie
in a bed

of bluebells

one hand flung outwards
as if I were

a Shakespearean

the other clutching
my heart

a mellowdrama

a puppet kind
with broken strings.

The sun
kisses me

as if it were
my lover.

poplar trees

print themselves
in a frieze

on the edge
of my vision

upon a sky so

I could almost die.

A synchronicity of birds
a serendipity of birds

sweeps forwards
& backwards

delighting the brilliant

I laugh
inside my self

because my voice
is choked

with blood
on every word

my heart beats so
fast fast

then so slow
s l o w

somewhere in
a distance

a battle rages
now somehow

passing me by

my horse
crops the grasses


He wears
my blood

and a little
of his own.

I lie
in my bluebelled bed

& try
not to die.

Blood like some
delicious wine

oozes through
my fingers.

I am aware
& yet unaware

that it is

I hear someone

realise suddenly
its me

as darkness
the darkness


Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Poem Edited: Monday, December 28, 2009

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  • Scarlett Treat (12/15/2009 4:26:00 PM)

    A TEN-der poem for one who is facing darkness (in whatever form that darkness comes!) Peace is what I find here, and yet, courage to face...whatever that darkness brings? Wonderful writing, and thank you, my dearest friend, for the dedication.

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