Sunday, 6 February 2011
The Sunday Post
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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