On First Looking In On Mr. Shakespeare Poem by Dónall Dempsey

On First Looking In On Mr. Shakespeare



I step out of
the here & now

slip into the space
be-tween

second (&) second.

Time scowls: 'Oh...
don't tell me I've lost

....him again! '

Invisible to all
in my window seat.

Now, here
in Llanigon

upon the point
High darren

I again that
little boy

letting the world go by
(hidden in a heartbeat)

lost in THE TEMPEST
of words

caught between the thresholds
of worlds upon worlds.

'Come to me...
...with a thought! '
the big black book calls

'Your thoughts...
...I cleave to! '
I whisper to its words.

I all at once
my own

Ariel & Prospero

set free from the knotted
pine of dyslexia

thanks to Mr. Shakespeare's
spell.

Monday, August 3, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This was written in Marva's writing room as the dawn came upon me and found my words all scribble and scrawl...here is the translation of that hopeless handwriting into something that can be said and hopefully worth saying.When one is told that this is the writing room then one has to...write! I was reading TO KILL A MOCKING BIRD at the time and was thinking of using Atticus's line of '...a shadow of a beginning...' for a title but that got nicked by another poem. We were staying at High Darren so of course Mr. Keats' line suggested itself to me '...Silent, upon a peak in Darien...' Such is the fractal nature of writing poetry. And the book I was reading as a child in that window just happened to be TO KILL A MOCKING BIRD...what goes around comes around.
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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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