Treasure Island

sheena blackhall

(18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

Solstice Fire

I fed a sheep's jaw bone
To a Solstice Fire
How quick the flames rose up
And died away!

The jaw bone was hulled and prowed
Like a Viking longship
It went to its own Valhalla
Its little cremation
Wrapt in crimson shawls

I sit in my life's cold clothes
Their colours fading

[Hata Bildir]