Sheila Lockhart
You Are Here by Sheila Lockhart
Sheila Lockhart chooses to think of herself as a poet these days. She’s lived on the Black Isle since 1989, having moved slowly northwards from her London birthplace, stopping off on the way for fifteen years in Edinburgh. In that time she was an art historian and a social worker, taking up writing after she retired.
She studied Creative Writing with the Open University and likes to indulge in online workshops and real-life courses at Moniack Mhor, where she also convenes the Moniack Poets, who meet up at Moniack Mhor once a month.
She has been published online and in magazines and anthologies, including Northwords Now, The Ekphrastic Review, Twelve Rivers (Journal of the Suffolk Poetry Society, of which she’s a member), Alchemy Spoon, and Dreich.
Her poem ‘You Are Here’ (see below) was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2022. As a former art historian, Sheila has a particular interest in ekphrastic poetry. She also writes about the natural environment, the lives of women, and about loss and bereavement.
Her debut pamphlet Brother, which reflects on the mental illness and death of her brother, is published in November 2023 by V.Press.
watching a bumblebee
squeeze its furry abdomen
into foxglove fingers
you’re trying to work out
how long it takes for a pollen molecule
to travel from the soil up to its calyx
you’re getting close but now you see
another galaxy has formed
a splotch of swirling grey
in a pink universe how many is that now?
you count them one two three
five hundred and sixty seven
and the letters too
directing pollinators to the hidden source
of happiness and why not you?
a message for bees
can’t be that hard to decode
it’s alphabetical after all a matter of
triggering the right responses
now the rain splashes silver curtains
smearing pink and cream
blurring outlines
its drops tap-tapping on cups
their pipes vibrate with fugal harmonies
truths which must be recorded
with mathematical precision
using special symbols on graph paper
no easy task but the beauty of it
oh the beauty of it makes you weep
if only you could grasp its exactitude
its magnificent systems everything
would be clear
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there was a time you could enjoy
simple pleasures of line patterns of colour
as you would looking at an abstract painting
no need to search for meaning everywhere
until one day you started counting
the number of flowers on each stem
the number of bees ones twos threes
stacking up behind your eyes
and you began to see
how every flower contains a universe
that demands investigation
how you could read their messages
how they insisted on it
you’ll have the answer worked out
very soon you just need one more
tiny calculation
After You Are Here, a painting by Lorette C. Luzajic 2021
Get in touch with Sheila
Sheila can be found on social media on Facebook and Twitter (@SheilaMLockhart). More poems can be read on Linktree at www.linktr.ee/sheilalockhart