Ruth Aylett




Five photos: child in the garden


Bonfire charcoal

In a jam jar of


With dandelion leaves:

Magic potion.


The hot dry smell of

Garden flints clashed

Together prehistorically;

Soft yellow brick powder

Falls from an old nail turned

In the house wall.


Overhead :

Lilies of the valley

With huge white bells,


Tank battle of armoured

Woodlice, grey-purple,

And an arching

Orange centipede.


Circular hollyhock seedheads

Peeled apart into

Small serrated hooks,

Vertical plantain seeds

Fountained off

With raking finger nails.


Do red ants hurt?

They stain the path

Where I stamped

On them. But now

I hear them screaming.

Ruth Aylett teaches computing at Heriot-Watt University. She is also a prize-winning poet and writer, whose work has appeared in New Writing Scotland; Doire Press, Textualities; Estuary – a confluence of Art and Poetry; Ink, Sweat and Tears and elsewhere.  She has read as a Shore Poets New Poet and at many Inky Fingers events. Read more about her work here.

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