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Jan 2019
NO. 31 O'HIGGINS ROAD, CURRAGH CAMP, CO. KILDARE.

I climb a stair
that isn't there

stand on a landing
in mid-air

each step I take
creates the next part

of the vanished house
lost to time

as see through
as a cartoon ghost.

This was
(still is) for me

No. 31
O'Higgins Road

my world
the universe of me.

What was once
my bedroom...is now a cloud

a window
become a moon

night and its storm
sit in our living room

a bird tiptoes
down the stair

flying through
nine year old me

reaching for the light switch
to turn on

what isn't there.
It's just an empty muddy space now...no one could guess all the life that was lived there...but in my mind the house is still alive and goes on living despite its death.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
591
   Logan Robertson and Rich Hues
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