by Helen Ivory | Feb 29, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Eliza Traill All her names The hare. A long way from blue. What is the third thing? Twelve snow buntings in a shadow house. What she sees A large stone lintel. A hollow enclosed in a curved wall. Small white bones. A now completed circle. The...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 28, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Meditation on Your Bare Feet In the fruit-apple crimp of glamour and fizzing pressures I found your feet, your painted nails, So Much Fawn, a rose-colored soul, flagrance of motions, though you were miles away; the image of a small rose on the...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 27, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Dinner in the Fields I remember you arriving to the fields when we saved the hay, bringing the sweet taste of dinners, encased in Tupperware, sitting sheltered under haycocks, in the warm sun. We rested our young bodies from sweating our work,...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 26, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Pied Piper Your voice echoes through my body rumbling into veins and curves. Turns me into wood; stiff and tied to your tongue – your lungs – your vibrating throat – every hum is a drum beating me into your shadow, copying every...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 25, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Firewood They tell us that we are grown from the same soil our hands will all bleed in the right place a hidden resonance behind wry smiles placed inside dormitories and suitcases. If we are from the same soil and root why is one hand much older...
