Dónall Dempsey

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

One Last Lonely Flight - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Butterflies that flew
in 1932

still held in that summer
by the equisitely neat caligraphy
& cruel glinting pin.

I wipe the dust
from the glass

& they gleam
as if they still dream

of being
alive.

i smash the glass
clutch them in my hand & climb

from attic to roof
& slowly

drawing myself up to
my full height

release them
back into time

smile as they flutter
in the summer breeze

of then & now


their dead eyes
taking it

clouds...trees...skies

their one last lonely flight
back into nothingness


Comments about One Last Lonely Flight by Dónall Dempsey

  • Linda Ori (11/10/2007 11:09:00 AM)


    Nature should always be free to delight us with its infinite beauty. Butterflies under glass - a sad ending for such lovely and fragile creatures. This is simply beautiful!
    Linda
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  • (11/9/2007 11:36:00 AM)


    wow...amazing and amazing storyline...taking some dead butterflies for one last lonely flight. Beautiful and touching is such a strange way. Compelling!

    love Dee Dee
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  • (11/8/2007 10:49:00 AM)


    Catching and deeply enthralling. excellent piece... (Report) Reply

  • (11/8/2007 10:47:00 AM)


    To quote: 'To sleep, per chance to dream...'

    To see the frozen butterflies, break the glass and set them free for that one last flight...is to dream that there is life in death...with one last chance to fly...

    How beautiful a dream is....
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  • (11/8/2007 10:44:00 AM)


    Catching and deeply enthralling. excellent piece... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 8, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011


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