(Image: Olga Oginskaya) In the iron-dark shop piled with companions it’s functional mottled  white on white    waiting contained    wrapped in disguise Beneath gauze veils    folded in parchment  it parcels itself cloaks taste    holds secrets a cupped palm’s width of flavour home on my worktop it casts wing-thin skins &   explodes Finola … Continue reading Two poems by Finola Scott: ‘Garlic’ and ‘Rhubarb’