Dónall Dempsey

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

' ' ' ' The Gentleman Of Shallot - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Come Spring...

I paint my little room
all yellow

fill it with
daffodils & jonquils

drag in a giant
mirror

(left in the back yard)

so large

it takes up
all the wall

giving the illusion
of another room

as if my room
were now not so

small.

Sometime the trompe d'oeil
fools even me

& I walk into
the imaginary room.

'Ouch! '
my reflection shouts!

Come Spring...
...came you!

(totally unexpected)

& my playing with
perspective

hath you enthralled.

I'd catch you
catching your
reflection observing you

observing
the mirror couple

as they
mimiced us

watching our every
more

you thought it so
sensual

or could pretend to be
at a small orgy

when it was only
us

again

&

again.

Bodies of flesh & blood
bodies of glass.

You breathe
upon the mirror

tracing our names
with a fingertip

fragile words
made of breath

'...this love...will last...! '

***

When we break
up

the mirror
stayed intact

except for a jagged
lightning crack

& now it was I
who watched

like a gentleman of Shallot

the couple
in the mirror

(the ghosts of
memory)

making love

bodies of flesh
& blood

bodies

of

glass.


Comments about ' ' ' ' The Gentleman Of Shallot by Dónall Dempsey

  • Denis MairDenis Mair (8/29/2017 2:01:00 PM)

    This confusion of reality with reflection reminds me of two lines by Yan Li, a poet who lives in Shanghai:
    BEFORE MY EYES DRIPPING WITH QUICKSILVER TEARS
    THE MIRROR SHOWS GLASS GROWN PUFFY WITH CRYING
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  • Honest Heart (3/17/2009 4:38:00 AM)

    GREAT....UNIQUE POEM....KEEEEEEEEEP WRITING :) :) (Report)Reply

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  • Scarlett Treat (1/16/2008 2:20:00 PM)

    Bodies of glass...
    So fragile............
    Bodies of glass...
    Not made to last..

    Memories blurred by time...or seen clearly...in memories...
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 3, 2009


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