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Donall Dempsey
Poems
May 30
THE SOUL GOES FOR A STROLL
THE SOUL GOES FOR A STROLL
My Uncle sleeps with pursed lips
as if kissed by a dream.
Perched upon this kiss
a butterfly sits
as if an Uncle's lips were the most natural
place for a butterfly to rest
or as if it were an illustration
of the soul (a symbol)
in a magical book
that explained such things.
Outside the trees breathe gently
inhaling & exhaling a soft whisper of wind.
Bees carve a map out of the air
for other bees to see.
Out on a limb
two birds sit & chit chat.
A fox(unseen)passes by
as if it had never been.
A big big bug topples off the top
of a tiny stone onto its back
wriggling its arms & legs
as if it were trying to swim
through the currents of its fear.
One of the gossiping birds
sees him as a tasty treat.
Eats him.
Inside the house's
El Greco shadows
a kitten exploring the newness
of the world it finds itself in
jumps onto the sleeping statue
of an Uncle
with a butterfly
perched upon its lips.
Kitten tumbles ooops
into my Uncle's crotch
before climbing the mountain side
that is his chest.
Takes a swipe at the soul
pretending to be a butterfly
just as my Uncle
awakens to this reality
& his soul flits just
out of reach
between the fireplace
& the mantle piece.
Written by
Donall Dempsey
Guildford
(Guildford)
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