Black satin sky
tumbles into the courtyard's
fresh cigarette smoked air.
Music seeps from a fire exit.
Some warm their bones by a heat lamp,
some scout round the ankles of the crowd.
but plastic tumblers and crumpled receipts,
some take their leave, emerging
half-hangit from Maggie Dickson's
into the square.
Some said she'd seduced
and manipulated the ropemaker
but the sentence had carried.
By Daniel Green
THE UNIVERSITY of EDINBURGH Edinburgh College of Art
THE UNIVERSITY of EDINBURGH MORAY HOUSE SCHOOL of EDUCATION