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Donall Dempsey
Poems
Nov 2020
MEETING MY OWN GHOST
MEETING MY OWN GHOST
My Uncle's old blue van
our delighted childhood
transported from train to farm
creator of our Summer
holiday
as magical as anything
could have been
to our open
innocent minds
lies forgotten
& forgetting
behind the barn
rusting in rain
stung by sun
in summers come & gone
an orange rust
delicate as lace
chewing like cancer
into its solid blue body.
A chicken drives it now
perched upon its steering wheel
going nowhere
fast
clucking'' Get outta de way! '
Rotted rubber
still clinging to the wheels
like flesh
leaving bone
protected by gangs
of highly strung nettles
ravished by weeds
& overgrown trees
me & some newly laid eggs
jostled together in the passenger seat
a cockerel crowing
he has all the back seat
the windshield
flecked with years
of flattened flies
a multitude of squashed bugs
as we speed
into the past
meeting my own ghost
with tears in my eyes.
Written by
Donall Dempsey
Guildford
(Guildford)
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