let’s hear it for the crumpled
oft-discarded
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.
new boots and pantisocracies 
Gorgeous!
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