Sheena Blackhall Poems

First Foot,2021
Ne'er Day. Dead squibs lie on the damp grass
Along the street folk nurse their throbbing heads
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See a cigarette that has a filter,
On each end, for help kicking the habit
Rounded scissors for much faster haircuts
A nose picker, (each bogie, twill grab it)
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Patrolling the locked down world
I feed my sight with flowers
I relish gardens
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(Cuckooing is the practice by County Lines Drug Dealers of targeting a vulnerable person & using their home as a drug den)

When the stork delivered you,
Bluebirds filled the heavens
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Modigliani, Jewish-Italian artist,
Worked mainly in France
Where Pablo Picasso thrived
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Old horse, old woman, rain
Three year old granddaughter, rider
The rain is dreich. It falls steeply and wet
On a windless day, where the cold gnaws at your knuckles
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When I was ten I thought that I was dying
Beside the infant's cradle sits the hearse
For blood seeped wet as roses through my skirt
Inside each woman lives God's deadly curse
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Three cigars were the modest grave goods of comic George Burns
Three of his favourite brands pressed into his breast pocket.

A whistle was Humphrey Bogart's choice for eternal partner
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A Wheen Owersettins

Owersett o Testament by Mikhail Lermontov
I think I'd like tae be alane
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Death as Told by the Birds

When the stork delivered you,
Bluebirds filled the heavens
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