‘To the Ghost of Sylvia Plath’ by Nikki Magennis

    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’ 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