Thursday, 19 June 2014

Poems in the Morning


A couple of mornings ago I went down to the art gallery to work at the desk of the Aberdeen Artists Society Annual Exhibition, and found, sitting on that desk, a pile of papers. A pile of poems actually, and one for almost every one of the artworks hanging in the exhibition. The poems were written by the very accomplished Sheena Blackhall, Aberdeen's Makar (official poet laureate). Sheena keeps a blog here, and you can find more of her poems here.

Reading my way through her poems as the morning wore on was a delight. It was lovely to mentally walk through the exhibit and see the works from her perspective. As I have mentioned, I have two pieces in this year's exhibition, and I was thrilled to read her responses to them. It is a magical feeling to find your creations have gone out into the world and met with other ideas and creative processes resulting in something new and unexpected. So, thank you Sheena, you certainly put a smile on my face!

And, for your reading pleasure, I present Sheena's poems:

Twenty Geishas

Twenty Geishas went to sea
In a vessel of polished pine
The traders' routes offered to fill their coffers
For sharing virtues free

The Flying Dutchman closed his sails
For the Geishas to step aboard
And what transpired it certainly fired
Their spirits which simply soared

The Marie Celeste, they encountered next
Do you wonder it's not been found?
With kisses of honey and blandishments sunny
The steersman he ran aground

So if twenty Geishas you should see
When you're sailing the ocean wide
Don't let them on deck, your ship they will wreck
Keep hard on the starboard side!

The Narcissist

Along the narcissist's body
Selfies break out like boils
Coming to a head

Faces sprout in every direction
The Twitter bird flits from ear to ear

Look at me, look at me it whispers
Am I not adorable?


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