SHEENA Blackhall offers this vivid tableau in her new pamphlet, Cleikum, which contains poems in both Scots and English (published by Lochlands, Maud, Aberdeenshire, £3).

AT THE SCOTT MONUMENT, EDINBURGH

For Scott read Scot writ large

This general of the masterstroke

If born today would have been

Master of the Blockbusters

Would have out-Pottered Potter

Would have had a global franchise

On media, films and merchandise

He sits in the facsimile of an Apollo Rocket

In marble splendour facing Princes Street

Like Captain Kirk, waiting to blast off boldly

Trams glide like silent submarines

Menacing and stealthy

Carrying cosmopolitan passengers

A hotch-potch of pigeons hobble and burble

Like a D-day Armada of birds on cobbling seas

David Livingstone, soldier of the Lord

Holds up his Bible, not stemming

The surge of indifferent unbelievers

Giving him the Haw-Haw.

The Saltire over Jenners, droops

Like a deflated parachute in the windless air

An ex-squaddie, shell-shocked,

Rattles a hopeful tin. Small change

Clatters like bullets

A piper plays a militant marching tune

A tourist extends a trident

Holding a camera at arm’s length

Like a square of toast,

For the all-pervasive selfie of today