Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 6,611 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

Sheena Blackhall Poems

1001. Shopping Trolley 6/14/2009
1002. The Animal Refugees 9/8/2010
1003. Of Barking Dogs And Lady Godiva (27 Poems) 2/23/2010
1004. And How Am I To Love The World Again? 2/15/2017
1005. Thought Police Of Art 2/15/2017
1006. Old Age (3) 10/1/2017
1007. Kinaalda: The Navajo Girls' Puberty Ceremony 4/8/2016
1008. 15 Selected Love Poems In Scots 8/28/2009
1009. Stick Man 6/29/2014
1010. The Shoes 8/2/2010
1011. Views From A Window 11/15/2014
1012. Of Auschwitz (7 Poems) 2/23/2010
1013. Emigration Stone 6/27/2011
1014. The Address Remembers 10/11/2017
1015. Of Sylvia Plath, Ted Hughes (3 Poems) 2/23/2010
1016. Immigrant 2/3/2015

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

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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A Dip In The Pool

There is no luxury like water,
Blue as the Hope Diamond.

Land rules cease to apply,
Are firmly marooned on shore.

The peace dove's dropped its feathers Just for me.
The pool receives me kindly Asks no questions
Makes no assumptions Demands no entry fee.

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