Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 5,284 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

Sheena Blackhall Poems

201. Of Marmalade, A Delhi Cow Etc (24 Poems) 2/28/2010
202. The Ship Of Fools 3/2/2010
203. Hanging Out In A High Rise 3/2/2010
204. Trout 3/2/2010
205. Guernica 3/2/2010
206. Catching The Mumbai Train 5/8/2010
207. John Clare's Stroll In The Country 5/8/2010
208. Journey Of The Oncologists 5/8/2010
209. A Brueghel Winter 5/8/2010
210. The Scotland Bus 5/8/2010
211. In The Trenches 5/8/2010
212. Tick-Tock 5/8/2010
213. Another Scottish Holiday 5/8/2010
214. A Postcard From April 5/8/2010
215. Of Pylons, Phone Booths, Ash 5/8/2010
216. The Storm Nursery 6/30/2010
217. Letter From The Grave 6/30/2010
218. The Sickle Moon Revisited 6/30/2010
219. Mr And Mrs Ex-Pat 6/30/2010
220. Lourdes Wheelchairs 6/30/2010
221. Death Of A Nightingale 6/30/2010
222. The Gardener 6/30/2010
223. Chez Suburbia 6/30/2010
224. Black-Nippled Reeds 6/30/2010
225. The French Childhood Of Queen Mary Stewart 6/30/2010
226. Underpass 6/30/2010
227. Scottish Country Walk 6/30/2010
228. The Forest Of Nightmares 6/30/2010
229. Flight Paths 6/30/2010
230. Twin Oaks 6/30/2010
231. Of Flowers, Felines, Fiddlers Et Al (15 Poems) 6/30/2010
232. The Suicide Imp 7/11/2010
233. Clean Break 7/12/2010
234. Agent Orange, Agent Blue 9/8/2010
235. Tourist Like The Termite Queen 9/8/2010
236. An American In Phnomh Penh (2010) 9/8/2010
237. Not Spilling A Drop 9/9/2010
238. Wedding Ho Chi Minh 9/9/2010
239. Guide To The Cu Chi Tunnels 9/9/2010
240. Hotel Advice: Vietnam 9/9/2010
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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