Here In Verona Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Here In Verona

Rating: 5.0


you blow me kisses
from Juliet's balacony

as if you were
the real thing.

Suddenly we're Shakespearean
& the play's the thing.

'Oh Donall Donall...
...wherefore art thou... Donall! '

I kneel before her
statue

her left breast
all shiny

rubbed for luck
by touchy touristy
hands and loud guffaws!

Here in Verona
amongst its ancient amphitheatre

I sing mock opera
and 'La Travitia.'

'Come...do the Christian thing
& throw me to your loins! '

You run.

Your laughter echoing
amongst ruins and long gone times.

That summer
(there in Verona)

Juliet & Travita

were real
and alive

yet it is
we now

who have become
fictional characters

our love now
only a story

a thing
of mere memory.

'Oh Anu...Anu...
wherefore art thou...Anu! '

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dee Dee Wright 27 December 2007

Beautiful poem and beautiful piece of story-telling. The sense of the couple and the then and now-ness of it is wonderful. Touching and sad. Yet funny in the delightful coupledom of the couple just being themselves and never thinking that this could end and that they would become the 'fictional characters'. Masterly...I love it and I love what you do and how you do...do it. love Dee Dee

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Dónall Dempsey

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Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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