Dónall Dempsey

Veteran Poet - 1,356 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Black Hole Man(For Lyn) - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

We look at ourselves
reflected in the gym’s glass door

all tousled curls
boys & girls

seven or eight of us
only just
7 or 8
at the most.

“Go on! ”
The girls dare us to yell
the man into existence.

We dropp our voices
into the bottom of the silence

& out he comes
flustered as any furious spider.

Our laughter
runs away

hides itself

forgets to breath.

When he goes puzzled
in again

we repeat the procedure
but even louder!

We have him
on a string

as he comes & goes
on the yo-yo of our voices

to our delight
& his annoyance.

We yell with zeal
all the dirty words we know

like bum & poo
& wee wee.

We do it once too often
and he spots our positions.

Plays us at our won game
dashes after us
with swears & curses.

The others flee
in time

but me

clutched in a big hairy paw

am held

in a tightening “Ha ha...gotcha! ”

He marches me
by the ear

through the gym

corridor after corridor

opens a hole
in the wall

stuffs me screaming
His feet quickly

in the stifling heat
in a clack c l a c k c l a c k.

Only silence
& the dark!

A black hole
full of basketballs
& me.

He comes back
after an hour

to find me

Christmas carols
in July

to keep
the fear

at bay...away.

Tells a terrified me:

“Let that be
a lesson
to you! ”

Tremblingly I
assure him

It will be.

It is.

I escape into
the sunshine

ever so bright now

& blind
the others

with tales of deering-do!

Me! Afraid?
Ha! Never!

Only shaking ‘cos
it is cold

despite the heat

tell them
about my incarceration
in the black hole

& that the Devil
talked to me

but I refused
to listen!

sweat on my rosy cheeks

Tell them I was tortured
but wouldn’t give in

wouldn’t spill
the beans
on them

reveal their
No...sireee…not me!

Mary Ann Kelly
whispers near my ear

“Oh you’re so brave! ”

Her kiss
sets fire
to my head

I want to burn
down to the ground.

The months
run away into Autumn

and then
at the Army Christmas party

Santa, sack
slung over a nonchalant shoulder

is ushered suddenly in
stands in the door with a hollow: “ Ho! Ho! Ho! ”

But before he even
crosses the threshold

my blood

runs cold.

I pale to find
it is none other than

the black hole man

not very cleverly
disguised with a patchy cotton wool beard.

My fervent belief
in Christmas

now no more

than so much shaking jelly
spluttered on the floor.

Comments about Black Hole Man(For Lyn) by Dónall Dempsey

  • (4/21/2008 2:36:00 PM)

    whoa! I feel like I just travelled through elementary school. Great one (Report) Reply

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  • (4/9/2008 6:17:00 AM)

    a real awesome journey..................... (Report) Reply

  • (4/8/2008 11:31:00 AM)

    Oh, what an awesome journey into your childhood world...and what fun for me! I quaked like the mouse under the chair...for you...in your bravery and stupidity and childish glee at the games we played! We rang doorbells and ran away! We called up on the telephone and asked, 'Is your refrigerator running? Well! You had better run catch it! ! , ' and thought we were the smartest on children...until we got caught!

    And for the Monster Man (Windows my speciality! !) to be Santa - is just beyond funny.

    Thanks, Dearest, as always, for the Memory Lane Trip! How I love them....
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, May 12, 2008

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