Impossible Gifties 5: Poem by Sheena Blackhall

for Gift 5: Tea, Cake and a Book — Edinburgh Book Festival

One Lump not Two

My dear woman,  have you actually met the writer?
Not that one should judge 
But really, her agent should muzzle her

Oh, there goes X,  noble but washed-up
His partner’s a real little asp

Knocking at fame’s door in dreadlocks
Isn’t that Y, last year’s lauded versifier?

If only he’d  died when he’d written his first,
His obit would have been ‘A Trier’

And there’s  old B, the critic
Whose reviews are mind-numbingly dire…

A lover no-one wanted, he wrote from the heart –
A pity it was a transplant.

© Sheena Blackhall 2012