The openings of famous novels
follow me around
for days on end
or just lounge around
waiting for me to say them.
The opening of MOBY DICK
has gone for a pee.
The opening of A TALE OF
TWO CITIES
has fallen asleep
by the radiator.
The opening of PRIDE
& PREJUCIDE
is sipping a cup of Earl Grey
tea.
“Call me Ishmael...Call me Ishmael! ”
pleads the opening
of MOBY DICK
returning from the loo.
“Have you washed your hands? ”
I ask it.
“It was the best of the worst of times...”
declaims the Dickens
confused upon awakening.
“Say me...say me! ”
they all clamour...crowding around me.
I just stare
at them in silence
wondering how
I got into this.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/openings-for-onelia/
