Running Naked Along The Cliffs Of Moher In A Thunderstorm Poem by Dónall Dempsey

She ran on
into the storm

the last shreds of her
designer clothes

shrieking out to sea
terrifying the gulls

'I'm free...I'm free! '
she screamed nakedly.

The divorce papers(that
had finally come through)
tore themselves apart &

flew...flew...to the four

unfurling her fury
(laced with lightnings)

she conducted the storm
in a fine frenzy.

Nature's orchestra
drawing her to this

crescend of self.

'Bloody tourists! '

bellowed the blustering

one man & his dog.