Sun Soaked

Running rest-day, and another very hot afternoon/evening in Edinburgh.

Here's a short, appropriate poem (from the pictured 1993 Anthology) about being 'sun soaked' (in Caithness) by George Begg:


Caithness Summer

I am sun soaked
Sky sea and land
Meet quietly
In blue haze.
Scaraben and Morven
Are soft shadows.

Sleek cattle
Slouch placidly
Drool eyed and
Cud chew full
In a tail switch
Insect hum.

Over the patchwork
Of heath and field
The air is heavy
With cut grass
And the benison
Of seed and sickle
Conquest of the land.


'Sun soaked' indeed.