The carpet lifted
& fell
(lifted) &(fell)
like a strange
seaweed
boots like boats
made their own way down
the river
that was now the main hall.
Granda's stamp
album
unmoored itself
from the book case
and all the countries
of the world
such a colourful
floatilla
sailed out
the front door.
A triangular Outer
Mongolia
leading the way.
The dog barked
fromt he safety of the stairs
at the broken
china dog
who had stood guard
over the piano
for a good twenty years.
A pink tutu
& a left hand shoe
joined
the procession
the flood
treating us humans
as if we were
mere things
and things
it elevated
into Kings
& Queens
we all losing
our heads.
The waters
ransacked our memories
scattered our lifes
about us
our possessions
deserting us
as we retreated
to the attic
going into exile
until rescued by
next door's farmer
in a beautiful pea green boat
the stars piercing
in their brightness
us watching
ourselves
on the telly
as we became
News.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/things-and-times-for-scarlet/
