Dónall Dempsey

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

Telegram To My Mind: “true Love…running Smooth…admitting No Impediment.Stop.Don’t Stop.Stop. - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

During an open air
production of the DREAM
you pucker up
& whisper

“I suppose a quick Puck
would be out of the question? ”
you snigger.
Never one to disappoint a lady
I acquiesce to her request

(at a loss for words)
I merely murmur:
“Yesssssssssssss! ”
under my breath.

We lose ourselves
in the woods
as Shakespeare’s
words
surround us.

“I come...I come
see how I come! ”
you shout.

“Shhhh...! ”
I say
... trying to be faster than an arrow from a Tartar’s bow.

Once more
lost in words
your hair
full of tell-tale
twigs & grasses

skirt too hastily tucked in knickers
(you a brazen hussey…me a bit Byronic)
we listen enthralled
to our
beating hearts
the course of our
true love

running smooth.
Oh, I’m sure
Mr. Shakespeare
would not have
disapproved!


Comments about Telegram To My Mind: “true Love…running Smooth…admitting No Impediment.Stop.Don’t Stop.Stop. by Dónall Dempsey

  • (10/11/2007 12:09:00 PM)

    I just love the title and adore the end. I'm quite fond of the bit in the middle too! Guess that covers everything. This is naughty and nice and the playfulness of the sex is just lovely and endearing. All this...? And Shakespeare too! I love the fun and wit of it and it utterly charmed me. If Will won't approve of it then I certainly do.

    love Dee Dee
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011


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