Sheena Blackhall

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

Pass Word - Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Pass the words please, ' my grandmother said
Crumbling a corner of culture into her broth.

`Pass' I replied. 'Words can be hot potatoes.'
The word made flesh, got out
And danced in its bones.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 14, 2010



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