Dónall Dempsey

Veteran Poet - 1,546 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Metamorphoses - Poem by Dónall Dempsey


My smile

in my compact

as I get carried along
in a river of people

flowing down
High Holborn

stiletto-ing back to work
with the other temps

laughing gaily
amongst ourselves

looking forward to
a weekend’s Paintballing.

I add a little more
scarlet to my smile.

My smile
gazes back at me

almost in love
with itself.

I trap it
in its little prison



Burdened by
my beauty

almost sick
to death of it.

What others would die for
I’d die to be without.

I shiver
in the sunlight

feeling un-really

It’s not easy
being a myth

especially in these times
of disbelief.

I still recoil
in horror when people recall

that hoary old story
of how I was loved

...by a river.

Oh really Arethusa!

I gather up
my green hair

into a ponytail.

Oh those bloody Greeks
and the stories they tell!

Now I am a millennium
or two


I remain still
as beautiful as ever.

Suddenly a voice
comes after me

his shadow
casting itself over me.

Oh ye Gods!

Surely not here…not now…not…again!

“Hey darlin’…why leave
why such a hurry? ”

that old river God

disguised as a cartoon
bowler-hatted-pinstriped-brolly-carryi ng English gent.

But the wrong vernacular
gave him away.

The river Yob
as he was known even back then.

I tried to pretend
I was mist on a mountain.

But he
wasn’t having any of it.

His voice
pursued me

his shadow
the shape of my terror.

I turned into a stream

made a run
for it.

The English gent
dissolved as he

poured himself
into his true form.

I could feel his
strong undercurrent

how his waters
wanted to mingle with mine.

I started crying
which only made matters worse.

And yes…yes
he caught me of course

chased not longer chaste
filled with his lust

& it all happens
all over again.

Who’d be a nymph…eh?
Lusted after…turned into a tree or river.

It’s enough
to drive you nuts.

Ye fucking Gods
I hate being a myth!

It’s a curse
having to go through it

every time someone reads it.

It’s so…frustrating!

Tired now.
Ooops this is…my stop!

I shoved Hughes’s

back in
my rucksack

leapt off just
as the door closes.

There seemed to be some
commotion on the street

and damn and double damn
Holborn Underground

was closed
due to flooding

Comments about Metamorphoses by Dónall Dempsey

  • Vipins Puthooran (10/5/2011 7:24:00 AM)

    I Merged into its depth... The real metamorphoses.... Great poesy! ! ! ! ! (Report)Reply

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  • (9/30/2011 6:32:00 AM)

    havent read you for soooo long Mr.D. i wasnt disappointed tho! super duper as per...... (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 8, 2011

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