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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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