Old Song For The New Moon Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Old Song For The New Moon



The moon, held captive
by the tresses of your hair

wonders

how it dares compare
its beauty to your own

frowns

& haistly hides its face
amonst some tattered clouds

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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