Monday, September 08, 2008

Flamborough Head

Spent a beautiful, sunny, warm late-summer morning on the clifftops at Flamborough Head, eating wild brambles and looking out over a sea that was flat, calm and impressively beautiful. I've lived in England for twenty-one years. In a couple of years I'll have spent longer in England than I did in my ain country.

This poem is by another Scot, Jackie Kay:


In my country


walking by the waters
down where an honest river
shakes hands with the sea,
a woman passed round me
in a slow watchful circle,
as if I were a superstition;

or the worst dregs of her imagination,
so when she finally spoke
her words spliced into bars
of an old wheel. A segment of air.
Where do you come from?
'Here,' I said. 'Here. These parts.'

No comments: