sheena blackhall

Veteran Poet - 1,211 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

A Mercedes Hubcap - Poem by sheena blackhall

Cistern and sieve emerge like changelings
In the disenfranchised wastes of rubbishdom

A Mercedes hubcap shelters from the rain
A tyre curls up with a toilet seat

Here, is a holding bay of rejects
Lacking legitimate purpose
Lacking status,
Of no fixed abode.

A red umbrella rests on a greasy mattress
A mildewed orange splits its tangy sides
Two bike wheels lie divorced, their assets stripped.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 14, 2010

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