Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 6,436 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

Sheena Blackhall Poems

1001. Shopping Trolley 6/14/2009
1002. The Shoes 8/2/2010
1003. School Journey 2/14/2010
1004. Of Sylvia Plath, Ted Hughes (3 Poems) 2/23/2010
1005. The Animal Refugees 9/8/2010
1006. 15 Selected Love Poems In Scots 8/28/2009
1007. Immigrant 2/3/2015
1008. Of Auschwitz (7 Poems) 2/23/2010

Comments about Sheena Blackhall

  • Tom Billsborough (4/30/2017 5:29:00 AM)

    Sheena is in my view one of the truly outstanding poets on Poem Hunter. The depth of her emotions and the power of her language constantly startle me. A great poet for the Granite City.

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  • Peter Evans (2/2/2015 9:38:00 AM)

    Hi Sheena,
    We produce the local village newsletter for Portknockie, 'The K'nocker', and have reproduced many Doric poems in our editions.
    Unfortunately, our resident poet, Ian Mair, has just passed away, and we wondered if you would allow us to reproduce some of your poems.
    The one I'm looking at right now is 'The Check-Oot Quine's Lament.'
    Great poem! !

  • Richard Beevor (5/7/2014 4:19:00 PM)

    Hi Sheena, love the rabbits first snow, a lovely poem, hope I can achieve such a standard one day

  • Sally Evans (6/20/2011 6:28:00 PM)

    just wanted to say what a fantastic poet Sheena Blackhall is, in Aberdeensire Scots and English. Dont actually know whether my comment went in, as I am new to this amazing site

  • Sally Evans (6/20/2011 6:25:00 PM)

    Fantastic poet in Aberdeenshire Scots and English, terrific poems: -)

Best Poem of Sheena Blackhall

Of Auschwitz (7 Poems)

1.Shoe-Case, Auschwitz

Clogs, boots and shoes built to the skies
They stun the mind and glut the eyes
All plundered due to human guile
In every shape and cut and style
That speak of old atrocities

Where were the good, the kind, the wise
Who should have counted human sighs?
The empty clogs on this grim pile
Those crimes unmask.
Why did their God not heed their cries
That from such torment did arise?
Selection. To an ending vile
Their frightened feet walked the long mile
Why did no soldier sympathise?
Just shoes to ask! ...

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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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