Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 6,546 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

The Annunciation Of The Egg - Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Horses smell sweeter than lilacs.
Their buttocks are firm as a chaise long
Their eyes are lustrous as lilies
They canter like a brook across a ford.

Even now a horse is walking over my fragile memory
As if it was treading eggshells in a green field
The field I sucked like soda one summer’s day
Drinking it in with my eyes.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 14, 2010

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