Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 5,284 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

Sheena Blackhall Poems

521. Death Of The Hares 12/18/2014
522. La Plonge 12/18/2014
523. Lighthouse 12/18/2014
524. Owl & Handbag 12/18/2014
525. Old Woman Blues 12/30/2014
526. The Unknown Warrior 1/2/2015
527. Caledonia Remembers 1/4/2015
528. 23 Poems In Scots From The Wound Man 4/26/2015
529. The Tenants Of Barton's End Farmhouse 4/26/2015
530. St Michael's Church, Betws-Y-Coed 4/26/2015
531. Morwydd: The Mulberry Trees 4/26/2015
532. Gassed Ww1 4/26/2015
533. The King From The Car Park, Richard Iii 4/26/2015
534. Two Hookers: Siobhan & Courtney (Inspired By A Watercolour) 4/26/2015
535. Walking To Music 4/26/2015
536. Masks 4/26/2015
537. Anorexic 4/26/2015
538. The Ancestress 4/26/2015
539. Butterfly 4/26/2015
540. Greenhouse 4/26/2015
541. The Life I Wish I'D Lived 4/26/2015
542. In The Asylum 4/26/2015
543. Breakfast 4/26/2015
544. On The Farm With My Ancestors 4/26/2015
545. The Wound Man: In Memoriam, Dr J.D. Gomersall 4/26/2015
546. 19 English Poems From The Wound Man 4/26/2015
547. Nepalese Survivor 5/5/2015
548. Haiku (9) Written In Balquiddher Glen 6/14/2015
549. Charity 6/14/2015
550. Self-Portrait As A Landscape 6/14/2015
551. 10 Scots Poems From The Burnin Buss 6/21/2015
552. 32 English Poems From The Cloud Collector 6/21/2015
553. Francis Bacon’s Studio 7/13/2015
554. Dublin 7/14/2015
555. Flashback (Barn Door Fadlydyke) 7/14/2015
556. The Irish Famine 7/16/2015
557. Glasnevin Cemetery, Dublin 7/18/2015
558. Kilmainham Jail (1796-1924) 7/19/2015
559. Scots Poems From Flashback 7/22/2015
560. Summer Holiday 7/22/2015
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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Growing Down

I loved to hear him gasp with scared delight
Safe in my grasp, as we slid down the peat
Between the fir tree branches, low with cones
Close to the thundering Falls on angled feet

His tumbled toddler knees were brown with bark
Behind my skirts, he’d bounce and wave for fun
A wingless fledgling, golden in the light
Greeting the waters haloed by the sun

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