Dónall Dempsey - ' ' ' ' ' TEA! (for Byran)

The dolls
in the doll's house

sit perfectly
still

petrified with fright

as the gigantic eye
of the little girl

peers in
the left hand corner window

of where
they live.

They don't
say a word


until she
leaves

a voice
calling her

for: 'Tea! '

Dónall Dempsey

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