Amuse Bouche – by Finola Scott

 

I watch your soft mouth
swallow oysters from
misshapen shells.

I hear the suck
of tide, a wet smack.
Your plump lips shut firm
on the still living snack. You
gulp  slurp  brine. I hear
bladder-wrack slap.

In my mind an airlock slams,
heavy, final. Separate I watch
you suck   open     gulp
shut    lick    swallow  smile

Behind my sharpened teeth
stingrays dance fandangos.
My tongue quivers eager. Tonight
perhaps I will kiss you
long and deep.

 

 

 

Finola Scott’s poems and short stories are widely published in anthologies and magazines including The Ofi Press, Raum, Dactyl, The Lake, Poets’ Republic, Fat Damsel, and Snares Nest. She is pleased to be mentored this year on the Clydebuilt Scheme by Liz Lochhead. A performance poet, she is proud to be a slam-winning granny.

The importance of maps – by Finola Scott

 

I like to know where I stand
in relation to .. well to what’s at my back,
to where my feet are
on shifting sand or hog-backed drumlin?

I like to know where I stand
in relation to that inset box of Shetland,
to quivering ley lines, to disused mines.
How far is the slicing equator?
And where does the polar axis tilt?

I like to know where I stand
in relation to Marmite and anchovy,
to lullabies or pacifiers, to Food banks
and The Great British Bake Off,
to open relationships.

Sat Nav gets you there quickly.
I tend to dawdle on less obvious routes.
I’d like to know where I stand. Should I prepare
for flash floods or roadblocks?

I’d like to know where I stand
in relation to you after all this time.

 

 

 

 

Finola Scott’s poems and short stories are widely published in anthologies and magazines including The Ofi Press, Raum, Dactyl, The Lake, Poets’ Republic, Fat Damsel, and Snares Nest. She is pleased to be mentored this year on the Clydebuilt Scheme by Liz Lochhead. A performance poet, she is proud to be a slam-winning granny.

Alarm – by Finola Scott

 

4 am and he’s at it.
Yelling against pale day
he feels the weight of sun.
He’s all erect, throbbing red
comb trembling. He’s heavy
tailed, rapier beaked. Unsheathed
his spurs mean business. Crowing
his blood runs with boasts.
Burnished bronze feathers overlay
pitch. His strut marks him.
His eyes fierce as sunrise.

 

 

Finola Scott’s poems and short stories are widely published in anthologies and magazines including The Ofi Press, Raum, Dactyl, The Lake, Poets’ Republic, Fat Damsel, and Snares Nest. She is pleased to be mentored this year on the Clydebuilt Scheme by Liz Lochhead. A performance poet, she is proud to be a slam-winning granny.