Good to see her statue unveiled in the heart of the City of Dundee on the centenary of her death – a very visible reminder of the great good she did. This short poem was previously published in ‘ Poetry Scotland’.

She peers through the caul of time
in a sepia picture,
a woman on man handled paper,
not in one.

The smile’s elsewhere
like a passport,
from a different age.
The eyes are gimlets.

The question asked
is not rhetorical.
What are you doing,
with your ten pound note?

John Quinn