Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 4,773 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

Sheena Blackhall Poems

441. Empty Chair In A Field 5/19/2014
442. The Last Bus Home 5/19/2014
443. If I Was A Wealthy Man 5/19/2014
444. At The Edge 5/19/2014
445. Scots Owersets Of Poems By Tagaki Kyozo 5/4/2014
446. Assessment Ward 5/4/2014
447. The Narcissist 5/21/2014
448. Buddha's Strawberry 5/21/2014
449. The Migration Of Mother’s Clothes 5/21/2014
450. Queen Elizabeth's Letter Bearer 1597 6/2/2014
451. The Killing Of George Cornell 6/2/2014
452. The Small Blue Tree 6/2/2014
453. That Telling Look 6/2/2014
454. Hats 6/2/2014
455. Man On The Bus 6/2/2014
456. Constellation Of Innocence 6/2/2014
457. Old Age Is Not For Jessies 6/2/2014
458. Half Empty/Half Full 6/2/2014
459. The Heron (2) 6/2/2014
460. 14 Poems From The Housewife's Dream 6/2/2014
461. I Had A Colonoscopy 6/13/2014
462. Thoughts On A Medicine Walk 6/29/2014
463. Solstice Fire 6/29/2014
464. 14 Scots Poems From The Gargoyle Man 7/18/2014
465. A Walk In The Woods 7/18/2014
466. Walking In Woods 7/18/2014
467. At The Graves (1914-1918) 7/20/2014
468. Traffic Jam/Manana 7/20/2014
469. Swimming Pool 7/20/2014
470. The Lodgers 7/20/2014
471. Lines In A Greenwood 7/20/2014
472. An Ode Of Plant Names 6/29/2014
473. May All That's Hurt Be Whole 6/29/2014
474. The Alchemist 6/29/2014
475. The Man Who Refurbished Gargoyles 6/29/2014
476. Surrender 6/29/2014
477. The Queen Of The Frost 6/29/2014
478. The God Of Hate 7/17/2014
479. Basket Weaver Of Ludlow 7/20/2014
480. Fitting The Moment/Bolton Wanderers(The Trotters Versus Raith Rovers) 7/20/2014
Best Poem of Sheena Blackhall

Immigrant

I can't imagine dying in this land.
The neighbours here have doors graffiti-red
‘Why are you brown? ' another pupil asked
‘I think because my folks are brown, ' I said

Out on our landing, someone's dumped a bed
I dream in Hindi. I don't understand
The baby words in English in my school book
At games, or dancing, no one takes my hand

I miss the smells of curry, frangipani,
The steaming chai at Delhi's teeming stalls
The cooking fires. I even miss the sewers
The thieving monkeys with their chattering calls

I miss the temple incense, the bright ...

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Wolf Prints

I write in a cold climate.
There may be a moon,
There may not. There may be snow,
There may not.
I write from need, from no-need.
I write from joy from no-joy.
My words are stones,
Skimming ancient water.
Finned poems,

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