In the heavy air

Bit of back-blipping coming up .... no excuse, other than an incredibly busy week at work :-(

Sadly, the training-schedule has suffered a bit - but recovered at the end of the week!

No training today - and here's another of my favourite Norman MacCaig poems, from the pictured collection:


Looking Down on Glen Canisp

The summer air is thick, is wads
that muffle the hill burn’s voice
and stifle colours
to their cloudier selves – and
bright enough: the little loch
is the one clear pane
in a stained glass window.

The scent of thyme and bog myrtle
is so thick
one listens for it, as though it might be
a drowsy honey-hum
in the heavy air.

Even the ravens
have sunk into the sandstone cliffs
of Suilven, that are dazed blue
and fuzz into the air around them –

as my mind does, till I hear
a thin far clatter and
look down to where two stags
canter across the ford, splashing up before them
antlers of water.

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Norman MacCaig (1910-1996)