Tell me
again in this ragged midnight
that intimacy will endure
waters aren’t rising and tomorrow
the fritillary butterfly will graze my garden
tell me that passion is not merely nocturnal
but a tsunami of connection no stormy tea-cup but
the measured procession of those ants
round that tree following the one true scent
tell me that risk is worth it
the woods are indeed dark and
there are promises
Finola Scott‘s poems are published by New Writing Scotland, Lighthouse, Fenland Reed and Gutter among others. In lock-down she feels landlocked and sighs for shores. Makar of the Federation of Writers, her pamphlet, Much Left Unsaid is published by Red Squirrel Press.