Coral Hull: Poetry: William's Mongrels: Rayne & Hail

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CORAL HULL: WILLIAM'S MONGRELS
RAYNE & HAIL

when rayne whiting was told by his father martin
that santa claus didn't exist/ he thought: no/
this is not true/ he would not believe that his
childhood had been a lie/ & that there was any-
thing beyond childhood itself/ martin was wrong/
martin was of the world/ that wanted to destroy
his own/ to make him feel better/ his younger
sister/ cathy/ made him summer mud cakes/ overly
saturated with water from the rubber hose/ she
stuck fishtank pebbles & gum saplings in the
centre of each one/ if martin wouldn't bring
them home a christmas tree/ they'd make their
own/ the saplings of life bent/ held no angels
in their leaves/ nor a star pushed onto the top/
but later on in the afternoon/ a huge thunder
storm spread across the town/ lengthwise from
the south/ & cathy listened very hard/ & seemed
to hear sleigh bells/ that rang out within the
undersides of clouds/ but as rayne tried to hear
them/ martin burst through the front door/ with
a big chunk of wood/ angrily calling them in
from the bad weather/ & rayne heard nothing/ but
the pitter patter of the first big droplets on
the old tin roof/ he heard his own feet pounding
down hard on the grey grass/ he heard his own
dark blood throbbing in his ears/ he felt the
cold droplets from the north strike his cheeks/
& he felt his strength as he & cathy bolted
from the frontyard/ & far away down the blue
thundering sky lined streets/ to the secret
cubby house/ to wait out the storm/ to drink
& eat the hail stones/ to meet some other kids

    

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