Arts
A City’s Crown This Queen of citiesWears a jewel encrusted crown;While others reach towards the skyAnd raise a multitude of hands To claim attention and respect,Elbowing their neighbours,Shouting their names,The Gherkins and the Shards,With mirrored glass, And ever-changing shapes;This Kirk, this High Kirk,Keeps its nerve, unwavering,Confident in itself,No need to shout Above the crowd,Precisely set upon the Monumental Tower,Its floating arches,Welcoming the light,See the morning garnets flash,The amethysts at sunset,The iridescent pearling lightOf flat Edinburgh afternoons;Resolute, it holds its place,Self-assured and grounded;A People’s Crown,After all.