Sheena Blackhall

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

Waiting For The Snail - Poem by Sheena Blackhall

I am waiting for the snail
To emerge from her whorled house
So I may engage with her

I’ve set siege to the wall
She sticks to it like a clam

It seems she prefers the loneliness of her shell
She has no wish to pretend to be a person
Or to be a person pretending to be a snail

Maybe the snail is dead
Maybe she’s menopausal
Maybe she’s off to visit an aunt in Swansea

Next day the wall is snail-less
Not a slime, not a crunch of snail

Was there ever a snail? you ask, mistrustfully
There must have been
She’s slithered along this poem

Topic(s) of this poem: animal

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 29, 2015

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