Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 4,997 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

Sheena Blackhall Poems

601. Deaths, En Suite 3/8/2016
602. The Man-Hole Cover 3/11/2016
603. Cowan Bridge School 3/13/2016
604. Westminster Abbey 3/13/2016
605. 7 Scots Callander Haiku 3/14/2016
606. The Birthplace Of Herbert Hoover 3/15/2016
607. President Washington's Tale 3/15/2016
608. Bella Caledonia,50 Miles Up (Scots) 3/15/2016
609. The Witnessing; Scots Poems 3/16/2016
610. Scots Poems (Witnessing) 3/16/2016
611. English Poems (The Witnessing) 3/16/2016
612. I Spent An Hour With Sylvia Plath 3/21/2016
613. Around The World In Terza Rima 3/27/2016
614. The Maggie Centre Aberdeen 2/15/2017
615. One Day Soon 2/15/2017
616. Siskins 2/15/2017
617. Broughtyferry Youth Assaulted Barman With A Gannet 2/15/2017
618. 4 English Poems From Thursdays 2/15/2017
619. The Ravens In The Tower 2/19/2017
620. Fordlandia 3/5/2017
621. Three Famous Guests En Plein Air 3/8/2017
622. Recycling 3/8/2017
623. Gloves 3/29/2017
624. Shoes(3) 3/29/2017
625. A Case For Cigarettes 3/29/2017
626. Deja Vu (2) 3/29/2017
627. Springtime Girls At Uni 3/29/2017
628. Comings & Goings 3/29/2017
629. Shades Of Grief 3/29/2017
630. Pink 3/29/2017
631. 8 English Poems (Comings & Goings) 3/29/2017
632. 8 Limericks In Scots 3/29/2017
633. Welcome In Scots To A New Born Child 3/29/2017
634. 11 Poems In Scots (Comings & Goings) 3/29/2017
635. Through The Glistening Eyes Of Flowers 4/1/2017
636. Smoke 4/1/2017
637. A Talk With A Tree 4/2/2017
638. Between The Cemetary & Macdonalds 4/2/2017
639. Today Marks The Battle Of Arras (April 9th-May 15th 1917) 4/9/2017
640. Death Dancers: The Gordons, Waterloo 4/9/2017
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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