Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 5,789 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

Sheena Blackhall Poems

961. A Wedding Toast 3/2/2014
962. How Many Times Can The Heart Break? 6/29/2014
963. Shopping Trolley 6/14/2009
964. The Shoes 8/2/2010
965. School Journey 2/14/2010
966. The Animal Refugees 9/8/2010
967. And How Am I To Love The World Again? 2/15/2017
968. Thought Police Of Art 2/15/2017
969. Old Age (3) 10/1/2017
970. Kinaalda: The Navajo Girls' Puberty Ceremony 4/8/2016
971. Death Of A Mentor 2/4/2010
972. 15 Selected Love Poems In Scots 8/28/2009
973. Stick Man 6/29/2014
974. Of Auschwitz (7 Poems) 2/23/2010
975. Views From A Window 11/15/2014
976. Emigration Stone 6/27/2011
977. The Address Remembers 10/11/2017
978. Of Sylvia Plath, Ted Hughes (3 Poems) 2/23/2010
979. 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 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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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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