Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Impossible Gifties 6: Poem by Sheena Blackhall





for Gift 6:  Lost in a Good Book — UNESCO City of Literature

In ma Uncle’s Cornpark

In  ma uncle’s cornpark  fin the hairst wis stooked
I hid in a shaif, a shaif fu o fuspers an mysteries
Wi a craa as ma ain familiar

The sun daunced ben the cornflooers
As I cocked in my stibble throne

Whyles, a moosie squeaked, kennin me
A princess in borraed claes
Wyvers spun tales o knichts an hidden treisur

An auld tattie bogle, leanin ower the dyke
Keckled deep in its thrapple like a warlock.

© Sheena Blackhall 2012

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