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Finola Scott: a poem


Once in Eire I asked directions.

The soft-shirted man with sky-bright

eyes reassured me:

Sure it's grand. I know it well.

Go straight ahead for a while.

Keep steady.

There'll be a big road on the left.

Never let on you see it.

Go on. The road you need is a hard turn

about a mile or less further along.

Map contours don't tell

when the geese will fill horizons

or the moon will flood the night.

Older now, I like to know how

the land lies.

Where is solid; safe.

I think of you soft-eyed

in our early home

and what I didn't see.

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.


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