sheena blackhall

Freshman - 903 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 Sylvia Plath, Ted Hughes (3 Poems)

In Memory of Sylvia Plath Hughes

The Black Prince of Paradise brought you to this place,
Where Cromwell's Ironsides were bread and buttered,
A stone's throw from the cockpit in Church Lane
Where Wellington's troopers gambled on the cobbles.

Rowans are a red mush upon the road.
The orange slates of leaves roof gloomy wynds.
Dykes with their pie crust stone keep sunlight penned.
Families are walls, closed ranks, compacted tightly.

A woman with a whippet Belsen face
Tells me The Overspill' is your address....
­Boneyard where Doctor, Tosspot, Fool,...

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Francis Bacon’s Studio

William Blake’s head
Rears through the chaos

There is a photo of a Zebra carcass,
Gracefully rotting on the floor

There are brushes,
Plonked in jars like dried, splayed, flowers

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