Poetry by Theresa Donnelly – 3/18


She gave him her heart,
so where’s the news there?

Hearts have been given since
time immemorial. Most are cherished,

some are badly bruised,
the unlucky ones are totally rejected.

He accepted her heart, treasured it.
He would never allow any harm come to it.

If he could he would have swaddled it
in a blanket and sang it to sleep each night.

He considered himself a very lucky man.
It was without doubt the greatest gift

he would ever receive. On so many
different levels he loved her.

So did his wife!

When his children found out
they grew to love her too.

They never knew her name, her age
or even the colour of her eyes. They only

knew she must have had a heart so big
that upon her demise she bequeathed it-                                         

                             to the perfect stranger.


Nature’s lanky child
spills from bed
on a flawless morning.

Head bend forward
into the globular pond.

Tresses bathe amongst
fragrant white water-lilies.

A blossoming dawn
sets ablaze the meadow

of orange-hawkweed
and spotted touch-me-not.

The easterly breeze tousles
before being captured

beneath her mantle
in the stippled shade.

Persuaded to relinquish potency,
to become no more than a whisper.

Mesmerizing motion
lulls the ox-eyed daisies

into a hypnotic trance.

Monday is Washday

You offered me
 an uneasy sleep-

an inconclusive finale.

Not bothering 
to wipe the stain

from my bed
from my heart.

Hiding icons-

behind the clock
on the mantelpiece.

Mile-upon-mile, yesterday
is a long time leaving.

Tick   tock   tick   tock!


FullSizeRenderTheresa Donnelly was born in Dublin, Ireland, and has lived all over the world. Her poetry has been published in Surfacing Magazine, The Copperfield Review, Tales from the Forest (an Irish publication) and The Caterpillar Magazine among many other publications. She is the author of two poetry books: Moon Witch and Other Scary Poems and Recurrence of Blue. She is a member of The Ontario Poetry Society and a founding member of The Brooklin Poetry Society. You can find her at theresadonnelly.com.