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Donall Dempsey
Poems
Sep 2018
THE MUSEUM OF THE MIND
THE MUSEUM OF THE MIND
"Has anyone seen
my memories..?"
she'd ask in a faded voice
worn about the edges.
"I've lost all of
1963!"
As if 1963 were
something one could lose
down the back of the sofa
or leave out on the rain.
We all knew her
memories-off-by-heart
and so could always
replace them if she lost them.
We were her prompters
she the great actress
floating across whatever stage
of her life she chose to be.
We'd drip feed her
a word or two here and there
and she'd be off...lost
somewhere in 1963
as if it were a place
one could be at will
if one wanted to be
a cut price holiday destination
she a tourist
of herself.
"Did I ever tell you when..?"
she began
and we'd always say: "Why, no..!"
and listen to her again
be a girl
of seven
and 1963
was hers to have
forever and
forever.
Written by
Donall Dempsey
Guildford
(Guildford)
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