Sheena Blackhall Poems

Crow flapped under the boughs of a creaking oak
Sensing something unusual was going to happen.

The oak had recently felt the urge to uproot
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1.The Maiden
A maiden stude in Embro toun
She kissed the necks o mony
The High Street wis her favourite staunce
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As you sent ahead no dietary preferences
Our canapes have been carefully crafted to make
Provision for allergies, vitamin components
And to limit your high cholesterol, leanest of steak
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I am the ash
Yggdrasil, the World Tree
My three roots linked to wisdom, fate and magic
I am the Yule log, I court the flash of lightning
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Highways grow like a gash here
The gash grows labia of buildings, wall by wall
Blocks of industrial premises
Slabs of malls
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Why do you want to be human?
Asked the lipstick’s Muse.

Their conscience is like a cochlear implant
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I stare across the expanse of white
An image in a ball of glass
I hear it groaning in the night
The earth where shuffling footsteps pass
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I am waiting for the snail
To emerge from her whorled house
So I may engage with her
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Once I was sun-bitten legs,
Helping to load the peats on my uncle’s cart

Once I read Jane Eyre in a locked-down ward
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I met a whippet on the road
He wore a Balaclava
To keep the sun from off his ears
When in the Costa Brava
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