Random Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Random
All over Scotland
Women are burning dinners
Are having fatherless babies

‘Granny, ' a wee boy whispers
‘Don't let the wolf eat me.'

From the latest war
Stretcher by stretcher
The dead and wounded pass

Birch trees and aspens shimmer
Supple and flexible
Nothing breaks them down

Out of the dark
My son's ghost rises
The day he died
A bomb went off in my world

The sea of clouds
To a women with cataracts
Looks like a membrane
Stretched on misty gravestones

On sanctimonious Sundays
I loved to binge on books