The Old House Dreams Poem by Dónall Dempsey

The Old House Dreams



The falling snow
looks at itself askance
in the broken mirror
until it covers the mirror’s
voice

& all is quiet.
Soon there is
only snow
& the memory of the forgetting
of the letting go
long long
ago.

Thursday, August 23, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: memory,mirror,snow
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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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