Sheena Blackhall

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

Sheena Blackhall Poems

921. School Journey 2/14/2010
922. The Animal Refugees 9/8/2010
923. The Cyard's Kist (28 Scots Poems) 9/29/2013
924. Kinaalda: The Navajo Girls' Puberty Ceremony 4/8/2016
925. And How Am I To Love The World Again? 2/15/2017
926. Thought Police Of Art 2/15/2017
927. 15 Selected Love Poems In Scots 8/28/2009
928. Stick Man 6/29/2014
929. Of Auschwitz (7 Poems) 2/23/2010
930. Views From A Window 11/15/2014
931. Emigration Stone 6/27/2011
932. Of Sylvia Plath, Ted Hughes (3 Poems) 2/23/2010
933. Immigrant 2/3/2015
Best Poem of Sheena Blackhall


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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