sea and sky, one golden sovereign

BACKBLIP : I really do like Andrew Greig's 2010 auto-biography (as pictured) ...

... and taken from within, here's a Norman MacCaig poem; which I have (still!) yet to find in any of his other published works?


RICH DAY

All day we fished
the loch clasped in the throat
of Canisp, that scrawny mountain,
and caught trout and
invisible treasures.

We walked home, ragged millionaires,
our minds jingling, our fingers
rustling the air.

And now, lying on the warm sand,
we see
the rim of the full moon
rest on a formal corrugation of water
at the feet of
a Britannia cloud:
sea and sky, one golden sovereign
that will never be spent.

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Norman MacCaig (1910 – 1996)

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