Coral Hull: Poetry: In The Dog Box Of Summer: In The Pool

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CORAL HULL: IN THE DOG BOX OF SUMMER
IN THE POOL

sometimes there are up to ten kids in our 2.5 metre
above ground swimming pool/
                                            we are a pretty rowdy
mob/ huge waves of water heave up & splash over
the edge onto cement/
                                  mum yells out from the kitchen
window: cut it out you lot/ but she never comes out/

squealing, giggling, fighting/ endless games &
emotions of kids twisting in water/
                                                    all energy &
excited shrieking pushed through the rubber tyre/
water lolloping over/ splashing onto bindis & mud
flats/
        then some kid crying/ the day becomes stale/
dirt tired & irritable/
                               the usual fights break out/
snarling, kicking, thumping/ my father gets up from
inside/
           hearing the tearful squeals of my younger
brother/ his favourite at the time/
                                                   he appears at
the kitchen door/ in silence/ in time to see me
giving my brother's hair a good tug/
                                                     i am bigger than
my brother & older/ i should know better/ i release
my grip/ some other kid is kicking me underwater/

my brother sees dad watching/ he starts to scream
louder/ he always does when dad is watching/ the
silent watcher/ scream louder/
                                             dad rushes out of the
house grabbing the plastic metal pool hose/ mum uses
the hose to clean the pool/ but she stays in the
kitchen/
             then panic at the huge man/ his face
hardened by inward anger/ all kids including my
brother flee the pool/ bolt down into the backyard/

except me/ i stay in the pool/ it is me dad is
after/
         all kids wet & trembling have gone quiet/ mud
& thorns pushing up between each toe/ goose bumps &
no towels/ a couple whimper to themselves/
                                                                 dad comes
towards the pool & tries to jab me with the hose/ i
try to escape him by moving to the farthest point in
the pool/
              he hits me a few times in the breasts/ i
am scared/ who is he?/ he will jump into the pool to
get me/ to drown me & tread on me/ he is angry/

angry/ but he doesn't come in after me/ he jabs me in
the stomach/ i am winded/ i will die in the pool i
think/
         a few more jabs & my costume top falls off/
the other kids see this & laugh/ then are quiet/ he
has stabbed me with the metal bit/
                                                    there is blood/
drip drip/ into the pool/
                                   i am eleven/ just starting
to develop/ my breasts are important to me/
                                                                  dad
turning back into the kitchen/ all kids soaking in
mud/ silent the sight of blood/
                                             my head throbs/
humiliated more than hurt/ i sink slowly beneath
the surface/ crying underwater

    

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