sheena blackhall

Veteran Poet - 1,436 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. Beetle 6/14/2009
13. Leftovers 6/14/2009
14. Waterbabes 6/14/2009
15. Lazarus 6/14/2009
16. Earth 6/14/2009
17. Journey To The Amitobha Buddha, Forres 6/14/2009
18. The Light-House Keeper's Sighting 6/14/2009
19. Gull 6/14/2009
20. Horse 6/14/2009
21. Persley Walled Garden 6/14/2009
22. Jacob's Ladder 6/14/2009
23. Jacob's Ladder, Sidmouth, Noon 6/14/2009
24. The Artist's Store 6/14/2009
25. Sea-Washed 6/14/2009
26. Pebbles, Waves, Gulls 6/14/2009
27. The Marriage Of Blue And Yellow 6/14/2009
28. Wedding Party 6/14/2009
29. Moon 6/14/2009
30. Fridge 6/14/2009
31. Hugo 6/14/2009
32. Conference Of The Snails 6/14/2009
33. Spider 6/14/2009
34. Goat 6/14/2009
35. New Deer Sheep 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

Immigrant

I can't imagine dying in this land.
The neighbours here have doors graffiti-red
‘Why are you brown? ' another pupil asked
‘I think because my folks are brown, ' I said

Out on our landing, someone's dumped a bed
I dream in Hindi. I don't understand
The baby words in English in my school book
At games, or dancing, no one takes my hand

I miss the smells of curry, frangipani,
The steaming chai at Delhi's teeming stalls
The cooking fires. I even miss the sewers
The thieving monkeys with their chattering calls

I miss the temple incense, the bright ...

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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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