Making Bread Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Making Bread

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Making bread
we go to bed

resting
from our labours

making love
until it is done

(our own unique
timing system)

then fresh from the oven
we lie in bed

eating a dream
of bread & butter

melting
through our fingers

only the crumbs
a nuisance later

waking us from
dreams of each other.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dee Dee Wright 09 June 2008

Oh Dough-nal you make my yeast rise...quick get the hot butter! Is that a French stick or are you just too sconed to see me? love Dee Dee

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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