Hullo ma wee blog,
This weeks poem returns to the pen of Norman MacCaig.
Between mountain and sea
Honey and salt - land smell and sea smell,
as in the long ago, as in forever.
The days pick me up and carry me off,
half child, half prisoner,
on their journey that I'll share,
for a while.
They wound and they bless me,
with strange gifts.
The salt of absence,
the honey of memory.
see you later.
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6 comments:
Wounds and blessings. That's life right there.
Very good poem. It says a lot in so little.
Aye - he puts life and its experiences so well in a few words doesn't he........
Hi Al - beautiful words. Never seen that one before, thanks! Cheers, SNB
Hi SNB - it's a wee cracker eh-no? Hear you're getting more snow across your way today. Stay warm....
Yes, a wee snow dump overnight here. Working at home until the plough has been along the street. But it is +2 degrees C outside, so not cold! Quite pleasant really! Hope it stays white until after work...
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