Schulana Angora Dunkelviolett(021) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Schulana Angora Dunkelviolett(021)



a room so stuffed
with sunshine
one could hardly shoehorn a small boy in

two windows with
nothing but blue in them
summer outside peeping in

and at its very centre
a cat on a mat
curled about a ball of wool

Saturday, December 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I went up into an attic to call mien host's son who had his playroom here. There was so much sunshine in the room I didn't see him stuck in a corner playing with a spinning top. At the dead centre of the room was a black cat with a white question mark on its forehead and an unopened ball of wool with two 4mm knitting needles sticking out of its head as if it were a 'stunningly soft' angora alien or a very wooly old fashioned TV set with rabbit ears! I just loved the sound of the colour of the wool - SCHULANA ANGORA DUNKELVIOLETT(021) .  

His goodly Mutter  had been about to knit a fluffy something or other  for him as he played at her feet but had to leave her little knüddelpuddel as she called him.  A name that sounded like a doodle scrawled upon the air!

The cat and ball had become as one and as I carried down her little liebling in my arms and a cat(still asleep) on my shoulder he told me: 'Ich liebe dich mit ganzem Herzen! '

As we departed the wool cried out to me in its dunkelviolett voice: 'Hey what about me! ' I told it I will get back to it in about 30 years....this poem is that promise!
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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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