Summer Singing In Its Blood(For Darlinda) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Summer Singing In Its Blood(For Darlinda)

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An old ladder
rotten with age

thrown against
the hedge

where a young bramble
new to this world

with summer singing
in its blood

climbs
tentatively rung b y

rung

to the golden
orb of the sun

its tiny
tendril fingers

grasping
at last

...the sky!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Scarlett Treat 14 May 2008

'with summer singing in its blood....' what a lovely statement of the determination of life to survive. The things we never think of, the vines that continue to grow, year after year, with summer songs in their hearts....is wonderful.

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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