Poem Hunter
(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)


Poem By Dónall Dempsey

Only the door
stands now.

The house has to be imagined


to this grey Connemara weather


to both Past & Future.

Only a bird

ignoring the vastness of a sky
(so big it could be a metaphor for a God)

dares to fly
through its eternity.

Its flight
like a thin thread threaded through

the eye
of its needle

The door

I, with faltering
footsteps follow

the bird

& step through

into forever.

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Comments (4)

'When one door closes another one opens'. So many doors present themselves in our lifetime, the trick is knowing which ones to walk through. I've stood on the threshold many times myself wondering whether or not to step over into 'forever'. Wonderful piece of writing - inspiring in a soulsearching way. Linda
Stepping through into....forever. Always and always, the open door calls, and even if it is the only thing left standing...it is always about what is on the other side... Beautiful.
This is an amazing image and you really conjour up another dimension in which we can see through time and all its declension. I love flight of the bird being the thread threaded through this opening. A door that belongs to nothing there becoming the something we see through seeing through your eyes. Wow & wow! love GinaXXX
wow I love this...a doorway into nothing and forever. I love the whole concept and construct of the poem. A wonderful image and wonderful what you make of it. Real and surreal simultaneously! fantastic fantastic! love Dee Dee