If my father were home,
the larder would be full
of brown paper bags bursting
with over-ripe mangoes, purple-tipped
artichokes, dead pheasant hanging,
packets of stinking cheese, figs split

and spilling seed, and sometimes
I would be nipped
by something deeply blue
that scuttled across the floor
and the flagstones were a rock pool
I had invaded.




Lucy Maxwell Scott has previously had work published in Interpreters House, and the Morning Star, and has an MA in Creative Writing from Bath Spa.Β  She is currently working on a collection about the life of Rosa Luxemburg.