Parisian... Rain Poem by Dónall Dempsey
Parisian... Rain
Here on a hot sticky
summer night
our newly naked bodies
tanned and glistening
sweating with the all-out effort
of a no-holds-barred pillow fight.
You are particularly vicious
(fight dirty)
grab me by the balls
(is such an underhand action allowed
in the International Rules of Pillow Fighting)
You pummel me
into submission.
Our pillows splitting
covering us gloriously
in white downy feathers
as if we were
in a snowstorm
inside the magic
of an upside-down glass ball
feathers sticking to our sweat-soaked skin
as if we were angels
newly hatched or just plucked
we laugh
listening to the crescendo of
Parisian rain.
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4/26/2024 2:28:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh I love a good pillow fight and all those lovely downy feathers...magical. Love the 'newly naked' to describe the fact that you have taken off your clothes...it sounds like it was the first time you ever were...though I know from many other poems that that's just not true. I had to laugh at the title as it only made its appearance in the very last line but then pillow fights could happen anywhere and this one just happened to be a Venitian one! You rascal! I waited all the poem through for the Venice connection and it passed like sudden rain. What's Venitian rain look like? The town is a magical opera set so I guess it would be tinged with all that and the magic that is Venice. Also loved the description of angels being newly feathered or plucked and the idea that they hatch was very funny. love Gina XXX