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Donall Dempsey
Poems
Jan 2023
TÁ AN GHEALACH AG BRIONGLÓIDÍ ( The Moon is Dreaming )
TÁ AN GHEALACH AG BRIONGLÓIDÍ
( The Moon is Dreaming )
I smiled
at the daytime moon.
All my life I had been
a lover of daytime moons.
A little piece of magic
hung up in a sky
as if the moon
had shaken off its nighttime
moorings and sailed
into our day.
"Hey mister...mister!
a kid's voice
breaking into
my moon reverie.
"You've lost
yer moon!"
"?" I puzzled
But sure enough
there was my moon
rolling down the hill
before happily plopping
itself into a nice
generous puddle.
I had rescued it it
from a charity shop
and knew it would glow
in the dark for my daughter.
Although its Day-go surprise
couldn't be guessed at now.
It seemed happy enough
to be mud splattered
and acting as if
it were king of its puddle.
The kid pulled it
from its happiness
and punted it with
a fine Garry Owen
that I just about
managed to hold on to.
It's dark side was
a bit cracked.
I rolled a pound
back down the hill
which was 50p
more that I paid for it.
The kid just beamed
"Gee thanks mister!"
Later that night
the moon hung
and twirled
on its string
above my daughter's
dreaming head
dreaming of its
own adventures
gazing at
the full moon in the sky.
Written by
Donall Dempsey
Guildford
(Guildford)
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