' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Little Girl Lost In Vincent's Bedroom Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Outside the half shut
shutters

I am sure

there must be a 'blue sky
made of raw cobalt'

but here
inside Vincent's bedroom

I am lost
in each stroke

of the brush that
created it

until an exquisite
little girl

abandons her
pushchair & Mummy

and toddles
in front of it

clambers behind
the protective rope

& so becomes
a part of it.

It is as if
she has entered

Vincent's bedroom
and finding him

(not there)

leaves
& leaves

the presence of
herself

fleshed into
the paint.

Art &
Reality

combining to create

what now for me
it will always be

LITTLE GIRL LOST
IN VINCENT'S BEDROOM.