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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6 comments:

dbs said...

Wounds and blessings. That's life right there.

The Gaelic Wife said...

Very good poem. It says a lot in so little.

Alistair said...

Aye - he puts life and its experiences so well in a few words doesn't he........

Scottish Nature Boy said...

Hi Al - beautiful words. Never seen that one before, thanks! Cheers, SNB

Alistair said...

Hi SNB - it's a wee cracker eh-no? Hear you're getting more snow across your way today. Stay warm....

Scottish Nature Boy said...

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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