Dónall Dempsey Poems

Come Spring...

I paint my little room
all yellow
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My Uncle’s
old blue van

gone to seed now
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BEING TILLY


“Tilly! ” “Get down
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South of the buzzing
of a hairy bumble bee

North of the big dog’s bark
...

“If you fall
off that wall

& break both
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MY MOTHER’S KISS

Your kiss
...

Plucked kisses
from her pretty mouth

as they flowered
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The instruments
of Maths

scattered
...

Her cat
cradled in her lap

her frock
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There were three of us
that summer

you me &
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