Broken Fragments Of Water Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Cool earthenware pot
holding water as if it were

love that slopped & lapped
over its top

full to the brim

wearing with pride
the touch of your fingerprints

still visible
from its making

one lost windy night

the fierceness of its blue glaze

and now it contains
summer

and this blessed coolness
of water

on this the hottest
day

green grass
becoming yellow

under the heat's gaze

and the angry voices
drifting out of an open
upstairs window

becoming lost amongst
thorns and their roses

bleeding into noon

our anger knocking over
all the things we made

seeing our earthenware pot
cool to the touch

& full to the lip with love
like water

fall through the air
becoming only shattered shards

an emptiness
that cannot be
contained no longer

for one moment in its falling
the water held

containerless
between Heaven & earth

before dashing itself
upon the floor

broken fragments
of water

(a voice screaming: 'It's
over...it's over! ')

broken fragments
of water

scattered here and there

splashes of lost love

love lost

lost love.