by Finola Scott
In a jar in this display case you
wait, arms ready
to wave, legs to dance.
Shelf 3, Crystal Gallery, Bay 24
A child’s poppet, jarred
play-thing for a pocket.
Sockets are empty,
that huge head rules
nothing.
A chiffon caul gift
-wraps you safe.
In mother’s milk
white you hang,
once silken balloon of life.
Startled by death, tiny hands
flutter frozen star-fished, try
for purchase.
I never thought you’d be so small
Finola Scott is published widely in the UK & Eire. Her poems are found on posters, postcards and tapestries as well as in magazines and anthologies including New Writing Scotland, The Fenland Reed and Lighthouse. Current Makar of the Federation of Writers, her pamphlet Much left Unsaid is published by Red Squirrel Press.
Emerge Literary Journal 