Summer Night

last nite i dreamed you
with doors wide
out past the foreign tongue patio
onto the sails
the harbour water quiet
night black without the lamplight

then the moon

the french doors – my russian
apt height by 2
shadows of nothingness danger
– welcome it all in


i invite you and all your trouble
we’ll share this thing
our thing

mine combine with yours –


last night i dreamed you
with doors wide
the water below
sailboats docking a sound

quiet feet around my bed…..

*Summer Night: a portrait by Russian painter Sergei Arsenevich Vinogradov – 1915.


About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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