Dónall Dempsey

Veteran Poet - 1,356 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Living In A B-Movie - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

You shout
& I watch your mouth
move in silence
the champagne
(it's a good champagne)

drips down
my face
from the glass
which you still hold
pointed at me
like an exclamination mark
you storm out
(grab a cab)
into the night
as I race out
grab the very next cab

& shout
in a rather theatrical voice:
'Quick - follow that cab! '
I laugh
thinking to myself
I always wanted to say that line
(but not in these circumstances
not at this time) .
Loving you was like
living in a bad B-movie!

...only always in glorious colour!
I tell the driver
how to get to your place
quicker than
you can
so that when your cab
pulls up...
there I am
flowers & champagne
in hand.

I pay off
both cabs
we laugh
kiss & make up
as the end credits
roll up.

Comments about Living In A B-Movie by Dónall Dempsey

  • (11/22/2007 11:51:00 AM)

    This is just like a little movie in itself and I love the way it wraps itself up in the end with the roll of credits. Very funny and very heartwarming. A delight to read and enjoy...a perfect moment of madness! A poem that covers the breakup and then the make up in the space of a single poem. Great great fun and so loving.

    love Dee Dee
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  • (11/11/2007 2:44:00 AM)

    You show us how theatrical, silly and entertaining we can be when we are angry and upset. Its dramatic, funny and so very very true..lucky those who have a Bmovie to live in from time to time
    Wishing you joy
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  • (11/10/2007 10:04:00 AM)

    Well, for some reason, my comments on another poem that got ONED have shifted space and are now here on this poem! And that poem didn't deserve the one, either! !

    But I want to comment also on LIVING IN A B-MOVIE! ! I love this poem, because it just proves that real life is where B-Movies come from. Something like this just couldn't be made up...and it is just the kind of thing a girl longs for...real love, that is, and flowers and champagne (and, darn it, you even paid off BOTH cabs! !) Be still, my heart! Awesome! !
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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011

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