by Helen Ivory | Aug 26, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Sunspot I watched her. Persephone. Sunflowers on her dungarees. Breathing in the blackened syrup. London air. She’s trying not to talk about it but she remembers. Winter. There’s Parsley on the windowsill. Planted in a little mug. The only spot in...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 25, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Appearance and Apparition He pirouetted into the room, the lonely dancer With moon-blown hair. Along the way he brushed the sea Gathering it up like dust. Each morning seated on my porch I welcomed his unseen arrival A coffee in one hand a smile...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 24, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Clematis My mother loved wild things like clematis, she had respect for anything that disregarded perimeters, to hell with the neighbours and their territorial claims. Maybe that’s more me than her. Oh, you’re a brat she’d say like clematis; an...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 23, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
To a Father I Never Knew Go on, be mostly unexamined. Excuse yourself from history. Hang there on the periphery of consciousness. If you’re okay with that, then fine. But I rate you more important than you do yourself. And I’ll legitimize you...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 22, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Not Anywhere We did not rollerblade. We did not keep secrets. He was not still in love. I did not bring my telescope and did not know the names of stars. He did not pretend to like the sound of my book. We did not order these. The bones did not...
