Sheena Blackhall Poems

Escapologist
When a problem mugs my day
I'm away on invisible wings
To a linn's cool spray
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Medusa
Ma frien Medusa
Canna dae a thing wi her hair.
Spikk aboot bed-heid!
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The crowded street of shoppers
Moves forward

And there you almost are
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The postie crunches up the steps
Frost-wary, through driving snow
He bears xmas cards on his back
The annual load of greetings, of re-attachments
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I was born in the year 1947, two years after WW2
A year before the NHS opened its wide umbrella
There were no signs or portents in the sky
Though ‘Oh what a beautiful morning' played on the nursing home radio
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A pianist learns his music
He plays an old joanna
I learned to be a surgeon
By stitching a banana
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The now is known. Far out of range
Lock stock and barrel, past is gone
For all is transience and change
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You know what you are getting with a curry
It doesn't criticize or pull you down
It doesn't feel like you've been drowned in slurry
You know what you are getting with a curry
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Wake up! Wake up! This is not a dress rehearsal!
Chanticleer calls from his roost
The earth is aching
Wake up! Wake up! The ocean levels are rising
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Winter drives its ploughshare
Into the hearts of graves
In the forest, pine needles layer the earth
With a copper cat-walk
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