Sheena Blackhall

Bronze Star - 2,735 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

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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The Heron

Cement is lashed to a frenzy by showers of rain,
Envelopes sigh like fans at the postman's knock,
Piglets scream like kettles
As the mash bin announces its coming;
Beads grow incandescent beneath a chandelier,
And have you noticed how cash-cards
Twitch when tills start to ring?

Gatherings, meetings, events,

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