Her Good Old Bad Old Days-Tanka Sequence Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Her Good Old Bad Old Days-Tanka Sequence



Little old lady
tells me she was a stripper
...during the war years.
'A pretty darn good one too...
...loved every minute of it! ”

Snow falls on marble.
An angel cries in the night
then all is white...quiet.
Snow blown by a biting wind
clings to a grave stone.. your name.

Thumb print...so distinct
on the window pane after
you have gone...you’ve gone!

And I look out at the world
through its haze of lines...blind...blind.


Hen Night - A Haiku

Ah! Book! Book! Book! Book!
Chickens discuss favourite
authors, eggs & cocks!

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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