Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Purple crocus, poems

A rumour of spring
... ghostly pale crocuses rise
from the sodden grass.


The lovely Neve Black recently read 'Madrid' and 'After Midnight' at a poetry night in Ohio! Isn't that the coolest thing? I'm really touched and delighted - here's a clip of the reading:


Craig Sorensen said...

I love both of those stories, Nikki.

Way to go Neve!

Nikki Magennis said...

Thanks Craig! And isn't Neve wonderful? I'd have been terrified. What am I talking about. I'd have been half a mile away, gibbering!

Erobintica said...

What a lovely picture - I must go and see if my crocuses are peeking up (I doubt it).

I saw this over at Neve's - lovely words too.