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Donall Dempsey
Poems
Jan 2018
RUNNING THROUGH HISTORY( for Grandfather Sheedy )
RUNNING THROUGH HISTORY( for Grandfather Sheedy )
I, a creature of flesh
& mud.
Mostly mud I
train...run...running
across Curragh
Plains...pain...pain.
School cross country
running is - not:
my forte.
I, being constantly told I
am not my grandfather.
Obviously.
I plod after grandfather's
famous footsteps
inheriting only his calf muscles
but not...his stamina.
I am all skin & bone
merely my mind keeping me going.
Grandfather Sheedy is
running on into history.
I, the clod forever
running after his fame
into many a Curragh
sunset.
I run back through
time.
'In the year of the world
4608.. '
The Annals of the Four Masters
a running commentary in my mind.
I run through
my mythological past
the ghosts of kings famous
before time began.
Cobhthack Gael is still
killing Laoghaire Lore.
He highfives me as I
stagger past.
St. Brigid casts her cloak
it covers the entire plain.
I greet and thank her
with a wordless nod.
The Curragh Camp of today
coalescing into being
thanks to the Crimean
Campaign.
I recite Tennyson to
startled furze bushes.
'Furze bushes to the left of me
furze bushes to the right of me...'
into my mind rides
the 17th Irish Lancers
leading the Balaclava Charge
their mascot terrier Jemmy
following close behind
barking at the Russian guns
surviving it all
to roam around where I am
raoming now.
My UncleΒ Β Tossie's
familiar greeting
'How ya...howya...how ya
are ya winning...are ya winning! '
Grandfather and Uncle
Balaclava dog & mythological
kings and saints
all urging me on
claiming I can do it.
I can & I will
...come...last.
Me the non-runner runner
driven by
history
Written by
Donall Dempsey
Guildford
(Guildford)
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