Sheena Blackhall Poems

I remember the garden, the snake,
The curse of disease & death
The Exodus.
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Horses smell sweeter than lilacs.
Their buttocks are firm as a chaise long
Their eyes are lustrous as lilies
They canter like a brook across a ford.
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1. The Travellers

'I'll have a limousine, ' said Sean.
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A Negress with a knotted, tasselled scarf,
Power-shouldered jacket, buckskin moccasins
Cromwellian warts on cheek and nose and chin
Fingers the ancient carvings, clucks in awe
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Perhaps he is sick of being a scarecrow
As I sometimes ache to be anything other than me
Now that I'm all dried up, like a squeezed orange
Like a swan on tenterhooks
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He appeared, a short-arsed man in a uniform,
Walking funny, strutting like a goose
As if his legs wore callipers
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Like a dog that’s lost the scent
On a night of snow and dark
I sat outside the door of what’s Not Home Now
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The High Rise block in Anytown
Sucks up folk like a straw

It stands in the dusk
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'I was a high wire artist with a circus
I kicked my legs in the air, hung over Death
My aunt's a thirteenth cousin to Camilla'
The girl announced. 'I'm terribly well bred.'
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The hare ran fast through Blueberry Wood
Quick as a river flowing
The sun was warm and the land was good
Now was the time for growing
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