Yalla Yeitie

Yalla yeitie, bricht as breem

Harbinger o Simmer days

Like a fleein skirk o sun

Wheeplin, wheeplin ower the braes

Yeitie wi the yalla croon

Dingin waefu thochties doon

Sheena Blackhall, 2016 

published in 

Flat Out: Poems & Tales in Scots an English

(Lochlands, 2016)

 

Butterfly

for FreeToFly

I fall asleep, books piled by my pillow   

Reading’s my transport from the known and near

And often, this dictates where my dreams go.

Books are my world, they teach me all I know  

The more so now my days are turning sere 

Pages like leaves so quickly turn and blow.

The soul’s a butterfly, as light as snow

In poems and tales it travels here and there,   

Often it ventures to the long ago

White butterfly, your wings now beating slow  

This book worm yearns, like you, to change to air

Till then, my little library must glow

Each book a candle, tallow burning low

Sheena Blackhall

Wee Chookie Wren

Wee Chookie Wren

Wee chookie wren, will ye bide awhile?

Na sir, I canna be still for lang

Whit dae ye bring tae the fowk aroon?

A tale, the leaves o a buik, a sang

Wee chookie wren, ye traivel licht

Hae ye steppt frae a rainbow ooto the sun?

Blythness cams in the smaest pyoke

The shorter the veesit the mair the fun

Wee chookie wren, is yer nest nearhaun?

A gangrel birdie like me’s ay fleein

Fariver the wins o the Grampians blaa

A bird like me maun be up an daein!

© Sheena Blackhall, 2013