Camargues by David Morley I will wake up in a world that hooves have led to — Les Murray Some horses are caves; you catch that by the way they flicker and shy at shadow. You can walk inside horses and sense their walls trembling around you. Camargues are air-delvers, the pile-driver we’re gripping on our reins, chiselling granite miles. We caught their backs like … Continue reading More Poetry, More Horses
Don’t get up so early, my love. I am not your mother but I will take you by the hand and undo you. Unwet the towel. Unroll it and leave it hanging by the sink. Let them all sleep, with their sickle moon eyelids, with their small collections of newly formed thoughts. Drop your cut-ruby jewellery. Let yourself waken into the pristine cold … Continue reading ‘To the Ghost of Sylvia Plath’ by Nikki Magennis
Before Epiphany, 1946 When the war was a ragged tail and we were lost far to the north in the open prison of midwinter the laird showed his kindness and invited us to dinner at the castle. We dressed like actors in borrowed shirts and coal-black coats that did not keep out the cold – but oh we looked wonderful walking through a long … Continue reading ‘Before Epiphany, 1946’ by Nikki Magennis
