Finola Scott’s short stories and poems are widely published in anthologies and magazines including The Ofi Press, Gutter, Ink, Sweat & Tears, Clear Poetry and Prose. As a performance poet she enjoyed reading at the Edinburgh International Book Festival last August. Her hobbies including playing Mahjong, eating chocolate and tickling her grandchildren, though not necessarily in that order. She was mentored by Liz Lochhead on the Clydebuilt scheme.
He creeps round, in about stalls, ignores
sweated lino, beer odoured mats, hunts down
man-handled pages, inky. Fingers labels, rough-strokes
choclatey chapters, thumbs words. Overloaded
nostrils tremble and quiver type. He grubs
Garamond, eschews Times Roman. Perfumed
palms slide beneath flaunting jackets to caress. He craves
floppy picture books, sucks their lollypop tales. Inhales
baby powder, exhales jam-sweet memory. Acid-clean
toilets stink-block his path. He swithers waddly, rubs
aniseedy hankie over wide-open pores. Rustles
for curd scones dark deep in secret pockets. Mid aisle, he
hesitates, loose laced leather soles squeak. He catches
a whiff of Foolscap or is it Imperial? Woody
paperbacks waft to his left, sticky annuals behind.
Brain swivels, pulled by poetry's perfume.
First published in Clear Poetry (June 2017)