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I SHOULD HAVE LEFT THEN CONTINUED
As we skim clouds/ I turn
but you/ are locked in headphones.
You weigh on me/ my space/
deemed yours./ Cracks open/ and
below I see/ ragged edges of home.
Landing you grab/ your/ case.
Birthday – forecourt flowers/ iron.
Off-season/ the mill shut
the lad in the shop enthuses/ about wheat
& alchemy/ of water&weather.
I feel you/ glance/ at your watch/ roll
&…..15, 18 , 23
MORE THAN THE SUM OF ITS PARTS
Daughter brought it She' ll have me in a home
Keep brain active Lock down/ in/ up
Tried to start Had to, she'd check Shake her head, despair
. I try, she will ask
To fit, match see patterns
Insert a blue piece confident near a cloud Smug I glance at her
Not just randoms Need to grasp the bigger picture
Metaphor I remark
She doesn't answer just sighs points at car
girl's dress Blue Same as sky
I look outside
at my chink of sky Outside
Growling grumpy grey
No blues Starlings droop in leaden air don't bothered to murmur
Not blue enough Saltire blue Optimism independence yearnings
Blue Moons Corners
Edges I straight-line my world.
Former Makar of the Federation of Writers, Finola Scott's poems are on postcards, tapestries, posters and magazines including New Writing Scotland, PB and Lighthouse. Poems earned reader's awards at I,S&T and Orbis. Red Squirrel Press publish her pamphlet Much left Unsaid. More poems are on fb Finola Scott Poems.
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