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Donall Dempsey Aug 2024
MURDERING HER SELF

she felt like
her own understudy
who never gets to go on

oh how she hated
her public persona
could ****** herself

"Am I really this...
. . .shallow?" she cries
in the depths of her despair

"Oh how I wish I
could be anyone but me!"
she tells the mirror

she leaves her real self
still trapped in the mirror
became the self they all knew
Donall Dempsey Aug 2024
TEA BREAK EVERY OTHER DAY

"Tea?" enquired
the Jabberwock
pleasantly

"Thanks awfully!"
smiled Alice politely
pleased to take a break

"One lump or
. . . two?"
growled the Jabberwock

"None, thank you very much!"
Alice replied
in her best mimsy voice

"I keep changing
dress sizes
these days!"

"Blueberry Bakewell ****?"
smirked the Jabberwock
mockingly

Alice shook her head
furiously
trying to rid herself of the thought

"Or maybe...."
beamed the Jabberwock
"Some Callooh! Callay! Cake!”

"Eh...ah...no - YES...FRABJOUS!"
Alice had no sooner
made up her mind but

she changed it again
as her mind kept
jumping around

"I keep hearing voices
. . .reciting me!"
burbled the Jabberwock

"What! You hearing them too!"
wondered Alice uffishly
"...how....curious?"

"And in languages unknown
'Fushigi no kuni no Aris.'
I can't even speak Anime!"

"And I seemed to be
made more and more of words?"
she stood awhile in thought

"Ok! Mr. Jabberwock...Miss Alice
curtain up in five please
a child is about to read you!"

"Well here we go
it's brillig again!"
whiffled Alice frumiously

"Maybe this time
I'll win perhaps?"
galumphed the Jabberwock

"Ha!" said Alice
"You wish...Ha!"
she haa'd again

and then the child
turned the page
and the poem appeared

for the first time
in her eyes
as new as forever

*


(ふしぎの国のアリス, Fushigi no Kuni no Arisu) is an anime adaptation of the 1865 novel Alice's Adventures in Wonderland which ran on the TV Tokyo network and other local stations across Japan from October 10, 1983 to March 26, 1984. The series was a Japanese-German co-production between Nippon Animation, TV Tokyo affiliate station TV Osaka, and Apollo Films. The series consists of 52 episodes, however, only 26 made it to the US.
In the English language, this series is generally overshadowed by the success of Disney's 1951 feature film version of the story; however, the anime series was quite popular in various European countries, in Israel, in the Philippines, in Latin America, in Iran, and in the Arabic-speaking world. The series was also dubbed into Hindi by the national film development board of India and telecast on Doordarshan in the early 1990s.

The language with the most editions of the Alice in Wonderland novels in translation is Japanese, with 1,271 editions.
This was inspired by the photographs on the set of Frankenstein which show the Monster and his creator having a *** and a cuppa and one could imagine somebody calling "Ok guys....back into the scene!" And Boris stops being Karloff and lumbers back into being the Monster whilst still chewing a Custard Cream. "Ok...action...,lights!"

So I also thought that the Jabberwock and Alice get breaks from being themselves in a fictional way until someone somewhere picks up the wonderful book and begins to read the famous poem. The Jabberwocky, his mouth stuffed full of Chocolate Bourbons as he lumbers after Alice and hopes that this time he will come out on tops...not realising he is doomed to fail time after time.
Donall Dempsey Aug 2024
AS THIS MOMENT THOU ART

The wood shavings curl &
curl to my father's voice

as he sings to the wood
releasing its scent

wave upon wave
of pine

crashing upon
this shore of summer

its morning long ago
forgotten.

This wood will shape shift
into a chair leg

dovetailing into
the song he sings

as the wood listens
to every syllable

as if his singing
coaxed into being

chair leg...window frame
stool or saddle.

"Oh believe me if all those
endearing young charms..."

and the wood swoons
to his planing

'''...that I gaze at so
fondly today."

Moore's melodies and pine
reaches back in time

to grasp
the moment

lost to my mind
but now returning

to its rightful place
as wood becomes chair leg

to my father's
singing.
Donall Dempsey Aug 2024
TIME YOU WATCHED YOUR WEIGHT

"Hi!" smiled Helen
of Troy
"You're my kind of guy!"

"But you're dead!"
I stammered
"Have been - for some time !"

"Nothing a little
time travelling
can't put right!"

"I mean are you
for real?"
"Try me!" she said

"Right! Do I
sleep on the side
nearest the wall or wot?"

"Now wait just a minute!
You're a woman
made of words!"

"Hey don't be such
a shy boy. . .I'll
show you for sure!"

there was a loud bleeping
red lights flashing on
the time machine on her hip

"****!" she swore
"I didn't put enough
drachmas in!"

and before I could
give her some
she was gone

she never made it
back to my time
maybe it was for the best

she had a thing
for chips which she
ate and ate and ate

I even wrote a ditty
about her
chip eating habit

"Is this the face
that munched
a thousand chips ?"

ahhh the dangers
of overeating when
one is time travelling
Donall Dempsey Aug 2024
TRAFFIC CONTROL SYSTEMS

going 'round the bend
when Cúchulainn his very self
steps out and tells me to

"YIELD!"
or he would
set his wolfhounds on me

now when an ancient
mythological hero
commands one to yield

then one yields
with a squeal of brakes  
since the council

started to employ
old Irish heroes
from time long gone  

to deal with
wilful drivers
refusing to yield

"Ok ok Cúchulainn
keep yer helmet on!"
our hero snarls at me

"No backchat chap!"
I got out and pushed
the car around the bend

"****** demi god!"
I mumble
under my breath

Bran and Sceolaun
bared their teeth
and growled

"*** on with ya!"
Cúchulainn gave me a kick
I got on with me

*

An impressive Corten steel sculpture of Cúchulainn and his hounds. It is located on a roundabout at Ballymany, Newbridge in County Kildare and close to the Curragh Racecourse.  I'd encounter  it when rushing back to Dublin on the leaving of The Land of Ire.

He waved his Gáe Bulg at me, meaning "spear of mortal pain/death", "gapped/notched spear", or "belly spear." Jaysus!

I wasn't going to wait if he was going to go into one of his spectacular ríastrad ( transformative battle frenzies).I had seen one before and didn't want to see another!

"The first warp-spasm seized Cúchulainn, and made him into a monstrous thing, hideous and shapeless, unheard of. His shanks and his joints, every knuckle and angle and ***** from head to foot, shook like a tree in the flood or a reed in the stream. His body made a furious twist inside his skin, so that his feet and shins switched to the rear and his heels and calves switched to the front... On his head the temple-sinews stretched to the nape of his neck, each mighty, immense, measureless **** as big as the head of a month-old child... he ****** one eye so deep into his head that a wild crane couldn't probe it onto his cheek out of the depths of his skull; the other eye fell out along his cheek. His mouth weirdly distorted: his cheek peeled back from his jaws until the gullet appeared, his lungs and his liver flapped in his mouth and throat, his lower jaw struck the upper a lion-killing blow, and fiery flakes large as a ram's fleece reached his mouth from his throat...the hair of his head twisted like the tangle of a red thorn bush stuck in a gap; if a royal apple tree with all its kingly fruit were shaken above him, scarce an apple would reach the ground but each would be spiked on a bristle of his hair as it stood up on his scalp with rage."

The use of mythical heroes for traffic control was soon dropped as more motorists were killed by him as were killed in crashes. It was hard to get him to go back in the book!

Completed in March 2010, the sculpture by Lynn Kirkham cost €45,000 (paid for out of profits from Newbridge Town’s car parking fees) and the figures are made of Corten steel which has turned ‘rust-like’ over the years adding time and weather to its making.
Donall Dempsey Aug 2024
AND I WAVE BACK

Outside the hatch
he turns slowly

and talks

but I can't make out
the words he says

they fall from his lips
dangle and float in space

outside the backyard fence
a hill grabs the moon

and then slowly
lets it go again

the moon floating just
out of reach

laughs; 'Go on...do that again! '
the hill smiles: 'Just you wait... just you wait! '

the moon beams
as a little bird

gingerly(as if at first unsure)
steps out into space

and then
finds flight
take hold of it

as if
it had only discovered it that minute

and absconds with
the darkness

barks

and falls
into silence

and then another part
of the darkness

barks back

held
in a gentleness

a leaf tiptoes
down the breeze

as if descending
a spiral staircase

Time holds
its breath

outside
the hatch

flat on his back
the earth a little blue ball he has let go of

the astronaut

slowly turns
and waves

& I
wave back.
Donall Dempsey Aug 2024
TALKING TO THE DEAD

she traces the ogham
with a tiny fingertip

dead stone
living lichen.

"And the man who made this is
. . .dead?"

"Ohhh long before the long long ago!"

"If I stretched my voice out into a shout...
. . .would he hear me?"

"No, love. . .
silence would

swallow your words."

"Even his ghost is
. . .dead?"

"Even his ghost is
. . .dead!"

I teach her her
name in Ogham.

She traces it with a stick
in the sand.

The long dead ghost
smiles at her efforts.

His voice stretches into a shout
that reaches my little girl's hand.

Her hand listens
to the invisible voice.

He teaches her.
She resurrects him.

Both of them living
in this one moment.

*

Ogham is an alphabet that appears on monumental inscriptions dating from the 4th to the 6th century AD, and in manuscripts dating from the 6th to the 9th century. It was used mainly to write Primitive and Old Irish, and also to write Old Welsh, Pictish and Latin. It was inscribed on stone monuments throughout Ireland, particuarly Kerry, Cork and Waterford, and in England, Scotland, the Isle of Man and Wales, particularly in Pembrokeshire in south Wales.

The name Ogham is pronounced [ˈoːm] or [ˈoːəm] in Modern Irish, and it was spelt ogam and pronounced [ˈɔɣam] in Old Irish. Its origins are uncertain: it might be named after the Irish god Ogma, or after the Irish phrase og-úaim (point-seam), which refers to the seam made by the point of a sharp weapon. Ogham is also known as or ogham craobh (tree ogham) beth luis fearn or beth luis nion, after the first few letters.

Ogham probably pre-dates the earliest inscriptions - some scholars believe it dates back to the 1st century AD - as the language used shows pre-4th century elements. It is thought to have been modelled on or inspired by the Roman, Greek or Runic scripts. It was designed to write Primitive Irish and was possibly intended as a secret form of communication.

While all surviving Ogham inscriptions are on stone, it was probably more commonly inscribed on sticks, stakes and trees. Inscriptions are mostly people's names and were probably used to mark ownership, territories and graves. Some inscriptions in primitive Irish and Pictish have not been deciphered, there are also a number of bilingual inscriptions in Ogham and Latin, and Ogham and Old Norse written with the Runic alphabet.

On a pilgrimage to Glendalough and we stopped off to have a pint at a pub in Hollywood, Wicklow where in that pub a burnished copper ogham was on the wall...this sparked the poem. With a poem ya just never know where y'are going and you just go along for the ride and memory does the rest along with a bit of wrestling with words...those pesky vairmants.
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