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Donall Dempsey
Poems
Jan 2016
LOSING MY MARBLES
LOSING MY MARBLES
The bear rears up
against the cuckoo clock
arms outstretched as if
to catch that dammed bird
when it 9
o'clocks!
A tiger snoozes
in front of the fire
unaware of the spark
that throws itself upon
its tattered tail.
Firelight & candlelight
gleams in the beast's deadly eye.
A golden eagle
spreads its wings
above the mantlepiece
as if it would
****** the gilded frame
that holds a honeymoon.
I am a player
of marbles
upon the floor
nose to the ground
eyeball to eyeball
with my host's tiny son.
We watch in awe
as the blue(slowly)yellow
marble(slowly) rolls into
the tiger's gaping jaws.
"That doesn't count!"
host's son shouts
as the host snorts
awake to see
me with my hand in
the fore mentioned jaws
the tiger's tails
just beginning to catch
"Fire...fire! host roars
throws his G&T;
over the smouldering tiger.
The tiger gives up
the blue & yellow marble.
We return to
our little game.
Our host pours
himself into
an armchair
fat as he
and another
G&T.;
I lose.
The stuffed animals
snigger.
.
Written by
Donall Dempsey
Guildford
(Guildford)
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