Arts
SALISBURY CRAGS The terracotta curtainCollects the evening sunBy hanging the cliff-face,In the air,Tipping back upon itself Like a broken flagstone,Cantilevered,Against the Momentary city,Angling back,Effortlessly,Towards the sky,Revealing the groundBeneath our feet,The hard rock,Floating in space,The Dolerite layersThe Basalt columns,Aligned withSlide-rule perfectionBy nature's Eye,A seamlessCounterweight, to The random geometryOf Edinburgh’sSloping silhouette.