Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 6,231 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

The Street Where An Ambulance Came - Poem by Sheena Blackhall

On the hill, conkers had split
Small, failed Caesarians

Rags of mist hung on the trees like dishcloths
Dried leaves were pressed on the pavement
Like cataracts, imprinted on sheets of frost

A plane crossed the wintry sun
Like an insect crossing an eyeball

In the invalid’s house
A goldfish circled a bowl of its own pee

The ambulance arrived like a large white whale
Parked in a paddle pool

Everyone over 60 was on death watch
Eyes steeled to the windows

Mrs Renton in nightie and slippers
Was worried a funeral
Would mean a change of neighbours

Death, meanwhile, went quietly on with his weeding

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Comments about The Street Where An Ambulance Came by Sheena Blackhall

  • Kewayne Wadley (3/8/2015 3:40:00 PM)

    A sexy visual on words! The way you penned each expression, your choice in words. I could hear a voice while reading. Nicely done Sheena! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 8, 2015

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