Dónall Dempsey

Veteran Poet - 1,546 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

The Hare’s Eyes(For Bud) - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Long before
I knew of Kung-Fu
(and all hares
were rabbits)

we lay stretched out
my uncle & I
pinned to a hillside
the world creating itself
as a little boy
painting it would

all blue sky & fluffy white cloud
green grass
painted just so

...so, perfect.
Birds transforming
the air into song

& here even
a hare
so near
you can see
every hair
in exquisite detail
sitting beside us
as if he was
one of us

as if he was
about to say:
“Good day…lovely day
isn’t it? ”

But before
he could say it
my uncle
moving without moving
(I hardly even saw him
leave his stillness)
the little chap

(only the sound
of a quick slap)
with the anonymous anger
of the back of his hand
both hare
& I

quivering with shock
“Well, boy...
that’s one for the pot! ”
I got sick
with the twist of the neck
my uncle
popping him
in his pocket.

That night
everyone ate greedily
praised the stew
praised my uncle too.

(not hungry)
crying in bed
...still looking into
the hare’s eyes.

Comments about The Hare’s Eyes(For Bud) by Dónall Dempsey

  • Ray Lucero (10/2/2007 10:14:00 AM)

    Excellent poem...excellent poet.
    A spare, simple story told with elegance, through a boy's heart.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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