Unmasking. Rebecca Darcy


Love lived in my grandmother’s room
In the evening gloom
Propped up with pillows
I waited for the performance to commence
The nocturnal ceremony of cold cream and cotton wool
The removal of war paint, the stripping back and laying bare
Of a face so familiar I could sketch it with my eyes closed. 
Love lived in my grandmother’s room
Where we parted to slumber 
 Side by side, in our single beds,
To meet again in infinite intertwined dreams. 

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Rebecca D’Arcy received a PhD in English from Dublin City University

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