a ragged millionaire

One of my favourite Norman MacCaig poems; as taken from the pictured, 2010 autobiography by Andrew Greig - I've yet to find this poem in any of MacCaig's own published works?

Greig's autobiography is, of itself, well worth a read ...

... in other news, on the work-front, I have a new role to undertake :-)


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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