Sunday, 3 June 2012

Friday, 1 June 2012

Between mountain and sea

     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 me and they bless me
    with strange gifts:

    the salt of absence,
    the honey of memory.

Norman MacCaig