Poet, playwright, director and lover of words
Hampstead Cemetery The budded words tickle the small of my back. Peep up to the sky, robin-egg blue, branch-speckled cloud the sun sinks low. and magpie chuckles below. Shereen Abdallah © As you are now so once was I; As I am now so you shall be (written on a park bench in Hampstead Cemetery)
ProfileThe girl’s features were so fine; when she stood side-onyou could see nothing but prickle-yellow flowersstretched below her feet,ice-tea sky behind her.Shereen Abdallah ©Sky Trees 2017
Poetic Despair There once was a student named Cher sunk low on a leather armchair. She wrote day and night of warrior might yet never poetic despair.Shereen Abdallah ©Sky Trees 2017
My life will be perfect ifI finish this poem.Scribble on life,wash the dishes, ponder the poem.E-mail an answer, scan the poem,think of the pans.Scrub the simile, wonder on time,forget the poem.Spam this poem,and my life might be perfect.Shereen Abdallah ©Sky Trees 2017
Blackbird SpeaksMy garden sycamore marks time,branches setting church and house horizon.A blackbird bathes in jet guttering,‘This is not yesterday’s dawn’.The creep of traffic and the suninching behind a tower-block sky.Stars descend past planes flyingsomewhere distant, somewhere else.Shereen Abdallah ©Sky Trees 2017
Brother BirdOne in a cracked puddlebehind a weary Fiestaslender legsin the cool murkof waterbrother bird close by himbig enough to fit in the clear of my hand.Tilted splash under bumper-blue shelter and me watching,no cars in frontno-one behind,waiting in a metal oasissurrounded by road.Shereen Abdallah ©Sky Trees 2017I wrote this poem on another grey day;… Continue reading Brother Bird
Night Hour Sometimes we lose the way.The cherry tree nodsto me in the breeze of this midnight hour.How can trees speak to the heart?Even flowers, sky blown iris,red-brick rose. Shereen Abdallah ©Sky Trees 2017
Today's commonwealth service, and absence of Harry made me think of one my poems from 'Sky Trees' King and SonBound and separated by blood, history and pride.Knit tight with acrid certainty of wrongs and proved rights, mediationssoftly-voiced negotiations. Prince and FatherAlike and yet not, same eyes set into a glint stare.Debris of arguments fallonto a… Continue reading Monday 14th March
I compared Scottish accents with a fellow musician at the Mary Ward String Group, and so would like to post this today ScotlandLand of loch and city Land of city and loch;in the subtleness of water in the tight hold of home,the tight hold of home. the subtleness of water.Shereen Abdallah ©
Today Dennis and I visited Lourdinha. For them, I am moved to post another poem from 'Sky Trees' Pearl I do not have the words, if I did, I would offer them up, pearls bright and white as fresh laid snow, perfect memory unbroken and whole. A star with the density of dark matter for… Continue reading March Saturday
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