Postcards From Malthusia DAY EIGHTY-ONE: Finola Scott

let’s hear it for the crumpled



the not-good-enough  that lanquish

like lazy cats in cupboards  licking

soft fur into satin evening dresses  

go back go back

there is no judgement   too fat  too lazy

in these that soft drape frames   that meld

with skin   become second

the sweet sweat smell of home   of yourself

so familiar   reassuring when all is flux

we know their provenance   we see their wool

gently grazed by kamikaze  moths

no non-unionised factory sweated

with these   no saried child laboured to craft

up-to-the-minute this season’s must-haves

krill can swim in seas micro plastic-free

when this gansey is oft washed tales cast on

lived   held in its stitches  lullaby-whispered

these garments are our polar stars  

our wanderers’ eyes seek

the alpha and omega of belonging

in the right place

the only place   now   always




Finola Scott‘s poems are on posters, tapestries and postcards, and she is the Makar to the Federation of Writers Scotland. Her work has been published and anthologised widely, including in New Writing Scotland, The Fenland Reed, PB, Orbis and Lighthouse. Red Squirrel Press publish her pamphlet Much left Unsaid. 


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