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Monica O'Loughlin

The Doctor Donnellys

The doctor Donnellys,
their father, local healer
long deceased,
threw up a house
and lived all bachelors,
a life, their heads in books,
their eyes upon the stars.

Their minds of scientific turn
knit together a local marvel
a wireless,
from which proceeded voice and music
to your delighted ear.

Their minds so occupied
their house lay long in disrepair.
I saw it once with you,
and to my childish eye it seemed
an impoverished shell.
A cluttered table top,
bare walls and floor
two stooped men
on upright chairs by open hearth.

"Shame" you muttered
"Their line is dead."

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Biography

Monica O'Loughlin lives in Dublin. Apart from poetry, her interests include yoga and meditation. She is also very interested in the issues surrounding child labour throughout the world.



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