sheena blackhall

Rookie - 468 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

sheena blackhall Poems

1. Wolf Prints 6/14/2009
2. Show Me Your Shining Teeth 6/14/2009
3. Diving For Poems Dhanakosa, Balquidder 6/14/2009
4. A Dip In The Pool 6/14/2009
5. The Heron 6/14/2009
6. Homage To The Ancestors 6/14/2009
7. Barley 6/14/2009
8. Birthday 6/14/2009
9. Learning Curve 6/14/2009
10. Old Woman 6/14/2009
11. The Dying Room 6/14/2009
12. Scraps From A Wedding Album 6/14/2009
13. Leftovers 6/14/2009
14. Waterbabes 6/14/2009
15. Lazarus 6/14/2009
16. Earth 6/14/2009
17. Hugo 6/14/2009
18. Conference Of The Snails 6/14/2009
19. Spider 6/14/2009
20. Goat 6/14/2009
21. New Deer Sheep 6/14/2009
22. Journey To The Amitobha Buddha, Forres 6/14/2009
23. The Light-House Keeper's Sighting 6/14/2009
24. Gull 6/14/2009
25. Horse 6/14/2009
26. Persley Walled Garden 6/14/2009
27. Jacob's Ladder 6/14/2009
28. Jacob's Ladder, Sidmouth, Noon 6/14/2009
29. The Artist's Store 6/14/2009
30. Sea-Washed 6/14/2009
31. Pebbles, Waves, Gulls 6/14/2009
32. The Marriage Of Blue And Yellow 6/14/2009
33. Wedding Party 6/14/2009
34. Moon 6/14/2009
35. Fridge 6/14/2009
36. The Prosthesis Speaks 6/14/2009
37. Moustaches 6/14/2009
38. Orange 6/14/2009
39. The Hiccupping Directory 6/14/2009
40. Washing 6/14/2009
Best Poem of sheena blackhall

Of Auschwitz (7 Poems)

1.Shoe-Case, Auschwitz

Clogs, boots and shoes built to the skies
They stun the mind and glut the eyes
All plundered due to human guile
In every shape and cut and style
That speak of old atrocities

Where were the good, the kind, the wise
Who should have counted human sighs?
The empty clogs on this grim pile
Those crimes unmask.
Why did their God not heed their cries
That from such torment did arise?
Selection. To an ending vile
Their frightened feet walked the long mile
Why did no soldier sympathise?
Just shoes to ask! ...

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Growing Down

I loved to hear him gasp with scared delight
Safe in my grasp, as we slid down the peat
Between the fir tree branches, low with cones
Close to the thundering Falls on angled feet

His tumbled toddler knees were brown with bark
Behind my skirts, he’d bounce and wave for fun
A wingless fledgling, golden in the light
Greeting the waters haloed by the sun

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