she sits on the shore and shakes the marrow in her heavy bones, tries to dream her waters awake thinks herself rock-hot flesh-soothed above the slackening tide impatient with inching barnacles the causeway floods hermit crabs canter faded by this flimsy vertical these clumsy limbs this pink she yearns to flop to skim horizons tired of men's sure-footedness the selkie whispers tales of sand eels far from shore, weary of searching for her skin
Finola Scott's poems are published on postcards, tapestries and posters and in magazines
including New Writing Scotland, PB and Lighthouse. Red Squirrel Press publish her
pamphlet Much left Unsaid. She is currently Makar of the Federation of Writers (Scotland).
You can find more poems here.