Here, with a nod to the looming Edinburgh Festival, is another poem from A Little Touch of Cliff in the Evening, the forthcoming New Writing Scotland 30 (Association for Scottish Literary Studies, £9.95).

The author Natalie Poyser is an education officer, musician and writer, based in the city.

WALKING ALONE IN PRINCES STREET GARDENS

Thronging alongside the walkway,

rose bushes clump their white offerings

into bouquets, each one unthrown,

destined to be held all summer

until their tips brown and decay.

Benches enclose couples

enjoying the first real taste

of summer's heat. I pass

an older couple linking hands

in an over-shoulder hold,

like they're about to stand, and dance

a Gay Gordons about the garden.

A much younger couple

sit face to face, crossed-legged

snug in their private canoe;

they're sailing, sharing sushi,

him tearing the wasabi sachet,

her feeding him with cheap chopsticks,

rice and fish slipping through the slats.

They peer overboard and laugh.

I march on to a slow beat, staring ahead,

as if my father will be giving me away

at the cement walkway's end,

where the shallow stone steps rise back

into the rushing street.