A depiction of Hell by Bosch‘A Vision of Hell’: A Bus Poem by Paul Martin Freeman The Society October 25, 2023 Culture, Poetry 16 Comments . The Number 192: Inside the Floor in which we encounter a vision of Hell ’Twas on the 192 at Tottenham Hale, It happened not so many years ago, A certain Mr. George Arbuthnot Dale Experienced a bout of vertigo. While standing on the lower deck as usual He thought he saw a face inside the floor. Though others present claimed he’d been delusional The truth of this account he fiercely swore. The face had stared at him in utter sorrow, Revealing an infinity of pain; The bus’s floor indeed it seemed was hollow, And this was Hell he’d steadfastly maintain. He’d looked behind the face and seen a stairway Which seemed to spiral endlessly below. The stairway acted like a kind of causeway And all around he saw a sulphurous glow. As far as he could see the way descended To ever deeper realms of hellish fire, And on and on it went and never ended: A world compressed in space and yet entire. And as he looked, he saw there other creatures: Some human, others of a different kind, And these possessed bizarre and hideous features The which he’d never seen among mankind. They seemed to gaze at him with quiet interest As though examining an alien being; And all were Hell’s inhabitants he witnessed And spirits of the damned he now was seeing. Then one began to move in his direction And offer him a friendly scaly hand: It seemed to signal kindness and affection, Inviting him to try this hidden land. At this the human face appeared to panic— It stared and seemed to shake its head in warning! And in its eyes he noticed something manic And something else resembling endless mourning. But what occurred next seared his mind forever. Its gullet now the demon opened wide, And there he saw what caused in him such terror As words could never properly describe. It showed a world of utter desolation Where only hopelessness and sorrow breathed: A world outside this beauteous Creation For which eternally it longed and grieved. Foul tortures worse than humans have invented And things more terrifying than Man has seen The gaping demon then to Dale presented, That witnessed once could never be unseen. Machinelike structures of colossal size It showed being filled with throngs of rotting souls, Which, loudly grinding, these would liquidise Before excreting them through jagged holes. And in this form the damned would rot together In Hell where all are dead and no one cries; Now all as one and one as all forever: A heaving soup of torsos, limbs and eyes. Yet even while it showed him this it gestured, Still motioning him to join it there below, While yet more multitudes he saw there festered As still more horrors yet it put on show. But suddenly the awful vision vanished, And George Arbuthnot Dale saw nothing more. He woke distraught, all joy forever banished, And lay a stricken figure on the floor. . . Paul Martin Freeman is an art dealer in London. His recent book, A Chocolate Box Menagerie, is published by New English Review Press on whose website an earlier version of the current poem first appeared. “The Number 192: Inside the Floor” is from The Bus Poems: Tales Sacred and Profane, currently in preparation. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. 16 Responses Cynthia Erlandson October 25, 2023 This is an excellent word-painting — as visual as a Hieronymous Bosch painting! What amazing imagery— “torsos, limbs, and eyes.” Wow! Reply Paul Martin Freeman October 26, 2023 Thank you, Cynthia. This is part of a series about Hell. Reply Roy Eugene Peterson October 25, 2023 I will make certain never to take bus #192. You know how much I enjoy your excellent poetry and prima use of the English language in your rhymes! This is good timing for reading this just before Halloween that comes in a few days! Thank you for such a stimulating visual treat. Reply Paul Martin Freeman October 26, 2023 Thank you, Roy. I’m always glad when I see your name in the comments. Your support means a lot. Reply Paul A. Freeman October 25, 2023 To paraphrase. ‘When you stare into the bus, Iblis stares back.’ You’re putting me off public transport, Paul! Nicely done. Thanks for the read. Reply Paul Martin Freeman October 26, 2023 Hello Paul, and thank you. If Evan publishes my next one, you’ll meet the old boy himself. Reply Joseph S. Salemi October 25, 2023 Visions of Hell are always soul-shaking. The description of the Fatima children about their short glimpse of Hell will chill you to the bone. Reply Paul Martin Freeman October 26, 2023 Thank you for this information. I described a different kind of vision by children in The Outing. Here’s Lucia’s description of theirs of Hell: “Our Lady showed us a great sea of fire which seemed to be under the earth. Plunged in this fire were demons and souls in human form, like transparent burning embers, all blackened or burnished bronze, floating about in the conflagration, now raised into the air by the flames that issued from within themselves together with great clouds of smoke, now falling back on every side like sparks in a huge fire, without weight or equilibrium, and amid shrieks and groans of pain and despair, which horrified us and made us tremble with fear. The demons could be distinguished by their terrifying and repulsive likeness to frightful and unknown animals, all black and transparent. This vision lasted but an instant. How can we ever be grateful enough to our kind heavenly Mother, who had already prepared us by promising, in the first Apparition, to take us to heaven. Otherwise, I think we would have died of fear and terror.” Reply Shamik Banerjee October 26, 2023 Your Bus Poems are excellent, Mr. Freeman. Beautiful story telling! Reply Paul Martin Freeman October 26, 2023 Thank you, Shamik. That’s quite a compliment. Reply jd October 27, 2023 Very vivid and frightening. “Word-painting” describes it perfectly. Reply Paul Martin Freeman October 27, 2023 Thank you, jd. That’s much appreciated. Reply Margaret Coats October 28, 2023 It would seem Mr. Dale was scared to death, but you do say he woke distraught and lay stricken. Perhaps we will see more of him. The idea of hell being under the floor of a bus implies that it is moving. Here in California, one image for hell is never being able to exit forever moving freeways. You give an effective description with the human and demonic inhabitants helping to illustrate the nature of hell, and your well-chosen words doing the rest. Reply Paul Martin Freeman October 29, 2023 Hello Margaret. I’m always glad to read your informed and informing comments. Yes, Hell is inside the floor of every London bus. It’s a non-spatial world. You won’t see any more of George Arbuthnot, but if I can persuade Evan to publish my next poem, which I am trying to do at the moment, you’ll meet the Devil himself. He gives his version of the story of Adam and Eve and what really happened in Eden. Reply Ruth Aitman November 2, 2023 So impressed by this poem’s structure and imagery. Now I will always tread carefully when taking a bus Reply Paul Martin Freeman November 3, 2023 Thank you, Ruth. That’s very kind. Having written that Hell contained worse tortures than humans have invented, the challenge was come up with them. And there’s a lot of competition these days. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Cynthia Erlandson October 25, 2023 This is an excellent word-painting — as visual as a Hieronymous Bosch painting! What amazing imagery— “torsos, limbs, and eyes.” Wow! Reply
Roy Eugene Peterson October 25, 2023 I will make certain never to take bus #192. You know how much I enjoy your excellent poetry and prima use of the English language in your rhymes! This is good timing for reading this just before Halloween that comes in a few days! Thank you for such a stimulating visual treat. Reply
Paul Martin Freeman October 26, 2023 Thank you, Roy. I’m always glad when I see your name in the comments. Your support means a lot. Reply
Paul A. Freeman October 25, 2023 To paraphrase. ‘When you stare into the bus, Iblis stares back.’ You’re putting me off public transport, Paul! Nicely done. Thanks for the read. Reply
Paul Martin Freeman October 26, 2023 Hello Paul, and thank you. If Evan publishes my next one, you’ll meet the old boy himself. Reply
Joseph S. Salemi October 25, 2023 Visions of Hell are always soul-shaking. The description of the Fatima children about their short glimpse of Hell will chill you to the bone. Reply
Paul Martin Freeman October 26, 2023 Thank you for this information. I described a different kind of vision by children in The Outing. Here’s Lucia’s description of theirs of Hell: “Our Lady showed us a great sea of fire which seemed to be under the earth. Plunged in this fire were demons and souls in human form, like transparent burning embers, all blackened or burnished bronze, floating about in the conflagration, now raised into the air by the flames that issued from within themselves together with great clouds of smoke, now falling back on every side like sparks in a huge fire, without weight or equilibrium, and amid shrieks and groans of pain and despair, which horrified us and made us tremble with fear. The demons could be distinguished by their terrifying and repulsive likeness to frightful and unknown animals, all black and transparent. This vision lasted but an instant. How can we ever be grateful enough to our kind heavenly Mother, who had already prepared us by promising, in the first Apparition, to take us to heaven. Otherwise, I think we would have died of fear and terror.” Reply
Shamik Banerjee October 26, 2023 Your Bus Poems are excellent, Mr. Freeman. Beautiful story telling! Reply
Margaret Coats October 28, 2023 It would seem Mr. Dale was scared to death, but you do say he woke distraught and lay stricken. Perhaps we will see more of him. The idea of hell being under the floor of a bus implies that it is moving. Here in California, one image for hell is never being able to exit forever moving freeways. You give an effective description with the human and demonic inhabitants helping to illustrate the nature of hell, and your well-chosen words doing the rest. Reply
Paul Martin Freeman October 29, 2023 Hello Margaret. I’m always glad to read your informed and informing comments. Yes, Hell is inside the floor of every London bus. It’s a non-spatial world. You won’t see any more of George Arbuthnot, but if I can persuade Evan to publish my next poem, which I am trying to do at the moment, you’ll meet the Devil himself. He gives his version of the story of Adam and Eve and what really happened in Eden. Reply
Ruth Aitman November 2, 2023 So impressed by this poem’s structure and imagery. Now I will always tread carefully when taking a bus Reply
Paul Martin Freeman November 3, 2023 Thank you, Ruth. That’s very kind. Having written that Hell contained worse tortures than humans have invented, the challenge was come up with them. And there’s a lot of competition these days. Reply