Archeology of the guts
I’m excavating once more – guilt heaped,
raking in much less apparent, silly areas
I daren’t seek for concern.
I ought to be used to shedding
Disgrace sears fissures, all these slack
left-behinds – surname, jobs, lovers.
These desires untethered, that cat.
Tight-wired, taut lipped, I scour
for that little ring lengthy slipped off
Mum’s finger, gold trusted to me.
Now it’s requested for by my daughter,
to be melted with my skinny band, to fuse
& flame a brighter future for us all.
I ought to be used to shedding.
Finola Scott writes in each Scots and English. Her poetry is broadly revealed and her debut pamphlet, A lot Left Unsaid, was revealed by Pink Squirrel Press in 2019.