Dónall Dempsey

Rookie - 98 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Earl Grey Tea - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Her mind
was a Mobeus strip

which every now & then

she offered a sip

like a too rich wine
which offended the palette.

She acted like a
fictional character

in an outrageous
historical novel

her bosoms
almost hypnotising one

into ripping her bodice.

She acted out
her life

as if she was a Colossus

like an Ozimandiuis
before it all went wrong

& some guy called Shelly
happened to come along.

She was an aria
in the opera of her life

but right now

she was just sipping from the daintiest of cups

& laughing hysterically at something I said


(which I hadn’t considered funny)

spraying in my astonished face

a soft mist of hot
Earl Grey tea.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 2, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, May 2, 2011


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