Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 6,121 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

Highland Cow - Poem by Sheena Blackhall

The cello slits on her nose release a melodious moo.
Her copper pelt is soft as a maidenhair.
Spittle sits in the silky folds of her mouth,
Like seeds of milky dew.

Through the heavy fringe at her eyes
A bovine Boadicea, horned and hairy
She watches me, unblinking,
Turns the rump of her rudder
Snorts and leaves, ponderous as a liner
Slipping out of a narrow harbour
The brown towe of her tail
Swinging medallions of dung.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 7, 2010

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