Sheena Blackhall

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

Sheena Blackhall Poems

241. Hotel Advice: Vietnam 9/9/2010
242. Of War Victims, Russia, Bruges: (19 Poems) 2/28/2010
243. So Little 9/9/2010
244. Holiday Romance 9/9/2010
245. Cleopatra’s Island 9/9/2010
246. The Day After 10/15/2010
247. Gull's Picnic 10/15/2010
248. Bum Notes 10/15/2010
249. The Nobodies 10/15/2010
250. Four War Poems 10/15/2010
251. In The Country 10/15/2010
252. Of Berserkers, Cows, & Lady Gaga (17 Poems) 1/2/2011
253. The Soldier's Girl 4/18/2011
254. The Tv Washes Away The Day 4/18/2011
255. Jane Russell’s Popped Her Bra Straps 4/18/2011
256. The Görings 4/18/2011
257. The Census 4/18/2011
258. Of Tsunamis, Transplants, Lovers & Babies (13 Poems) 4/18/2011
259. The Musical Toaster 6/27/2011
260. The Bronte Tour 6/27/2011
261. Crannog Woman 6/27/2011
262. The Mermaids' Last Gig 6/27/2011
263. Little Hooves 6/27/2011
264. The Mountain Hare 6/27/2011
265. The Wedding Of Prince William & Kate Midddleton 6/27/2011
266. Of New York, Roustabouts, And Metal Cows Etc (21poems) 6/27/2011
267. Echo Of Rumi 8/5/2011
268. The Finns 8/5/2011
269. In The Interests Of Democracy 8/5/2011
270. In Praise Of Liam Neeson, Elizabeth Taylor, Orangey Etc 8/5/2011
271. The City Of Of York, Haworth, Et Al 8/5/2011
272. In Memoriam, Manjusvara 8/5/2011
273. Of John Lennon, Killing Fields, Turkey Etc (11 Poems) 9/9/2010
274. William Wallace At The Stirling Monument 9/19/2010
275. The Burns Supper 6/27/2011
276. Morning Light 6/27/2011
277. Honeymoon Sweet 10/12/2011
278. Buddha-Frost 12/28/2011
279. In Potma Prison(Based On Survivors' Testimony) 12/28/2011
280. I Cried A Mississippi 2/4/2012
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 ...

Read the full of Immigrant

Wolf Prints

I write in a cold climate.
There may be a moon,
There may not. There may be snow,
There may not.
I write from need, from no-need.
I write from joy from no-joy.
My words are stones,
Skimming ancient water.
Finned poems,

[Report Error]