Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 6,740 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

Honing In - Poem by Sheena Blackhall

I am honing in on my poem
Should I rhyme it?
Should it be written in Scots or English?

In the kitchen, some fish has gone off
A crane fly is banging its legs off the wall
Like an insect giraffe

The air conditioning rattles in its cage
A rapper on speed

The washing tangles and whirls
A soapy octopus, with rainbow legs

All day I write this poem and I grow older
I do not watch the children play in the street
Little explosive Catherine wheels, whooping and wild

The triangular geometry of my bottom
Fills the computer seat

I am honing in on my poem
Who knows if anyone will read it?

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 28, 2012

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