Sheena Blackhall Poems

Every funeral's different. Angus Calder
Poet and historian's was eco-green
With woodland pipe, songs, poems to mark his passing
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My father's song was a brown trout
Leaping from up from a burn

My father's song could squeeze your heart
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I am a blue rectangle
Think sky, in a cramped box
Think no frills convict overalls
Think bluebird road kill
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My cat sighs,
‘I want to be a celebrity
I deserve to have fan letters sent
From Katmandu
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Medmenham Abbey housed orgies
Enjoyed by politicians and aristocrats

Built on the site of an early Cistercian abbey
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A thousand years old, Major Oak has stood
A natural wonder of astounding size
The ruling monarch of ancient Sherwood
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Where were you when Kennedy died?
Watching Hitchcock's film 'The Birds'?
Did you hear the news from a TV screen
Could you take in the words?
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A crooked log delivers a straight flame
Belgian's pipe-smoking spectacled writer
Bedded 10,000 women
With the sexual drive of a dozen Errol Flynns
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Have you ever been tossed on the horns of the black bull Guilt?
You're bruised and broken, but no blood's ever spilt…

No final goring is going to let you get off lightly
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Sausages, bacon, apples, pizza bread
Food's somehow lost its taste, although I've fed.
What's missing from the small domestic list
Ah, how could I forget?
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