Wake up call
you haul me from dream drifting
snug in your tangled bed
I hear your early-rise kitchen clatter
I’m a lay-a-bed, day waster, sloth
you remark
dark dressed in the doorway
I want our mornings to release
day’s perfume not this peat,
earth-soiled Pu’erh tea you proffer
aged, brackish, it slaps my mouth
you say I’m drinking time
I taste rot
Finola Scott is published in many magazines & anthologies including Gutter, Ofi Press, The Fenland Reed and Firth. Red Squirrel are publishing her pamphlet this autumn. Some work can be read at the FB page Finola Scott Poems