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Donall Dempsey
Poems
Dec 2023
DAYS WILL BE DAYS
DAYS WILL BE DAYS
the world
awoke
to her
here it was
in all its glory
but
it appeared to be
day-less
as if it was just
a chunk of time
without a particular
day attached to it
"How peculiar..?"
she rubbed her eyes
"How...very. . .peculiar!"
but it somehow
smelt like
a Sunday
that stale smell
of boredom
and time gone rotten
just then the clock
flicked over its neon green
numbers to create
the fact that it was
indeed seven and
indeed a Sunday
she snuggled down
under her duvet
refusing to come out
and meet the world
which sent its sunlight
sneaking through the slats
in order
to spy upon her
search her out
she decided to see if
she could climb back into
the dream she had
been in
but it closed
itself to her
it was no use
seven
of the clock
it was
and a Sunday
to boot
she yawned
like a cat.
and the cat copied her
looking blindly
for her glasses.
finding them with her foot
she tried to
bring the world
into focus
I don't like Sundays she sang
to the tune of
I Don't Like Mondays
Outside the window
the world waited
patiently for her. . .
Written by
Donall Dempsey
Guildford
(Guildford)
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