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Two Poems For Hallowe’en by Finola Scott

Darkening

So the darkness approaches.

I could talk

         of enveloping black

         of the rip and reveal of the veil

         of stripped furrows & iron earth

         of barren trees, growth numbed

         of days blink-blind short

         of fur and leather on the wing

         of claws’ clatter at thresholds.

Instead I think

           of  the star bright canopy   

           of hoar-silvered morning webs

           of a horned moon hooking night

           of rooms flamed by flirting candle,            

           of velvet  nights cooried at the fire

           of each other’s skin.

My arms open

Welcome

Finola Scott

The Drowning Pool   Mugdock Country Park

This man-made basin controls, challenges

the river’s flow. In bitter vengeance, water

is imprisoned beneath a shroud of summer blue.

Here women were tested, found wanting.

Black clumps of jelly hang below the surface.

My girls peer into the clotted broth searching

for tadpoles while blithe mayflies cavort.

The liquid is smug and still, knows its strength.

I kneel, try to free the deep-locked terror,

the desperate laments of those rough-plunged.

Always the women struggle for truth, for release

from judgement in these murk-tangled times.

Finola Scott

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