by Helen Ivory | Apr 18, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Charm Enough of scorch, scald, sore- and rawness. Sometimes flesh longs for eclipse. Mesh over mesh, compact me with cool plaster. Swaddling clothes. Dry crust. Sarcophagus. A scratch, a bramble rip… a mere sly snick from a page of your...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 17, 2025 | Featured, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga
end-of-day catch our wicker basket full of salmon sunset * hospice garden the wishing fountain fills with fallen leaves * breezy sunshine my blind date and I slow-dance to subway’s sway * churchyard shadows a bent woman speaking in tongues *...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 16, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
some fall (inspired by a Radio 4 Tweet of the Day) she told me about the still hours spent at the coast watching the east until finally a spume of feather blood and effort rises and approaches blackbirds and fieldfares a gaunt line starving...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 15, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
After the forest fire Because we were four and I only had strength to carry one and knew no other way I carried the one who called out loudest; threatened us most. You two were left to walk behind in the dust of hot, dry summer and the heavy mud...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 14, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The Inspiring As you rummage of a morning among dust-furred personal effects jumbled in an old wooden suitcase under a bed and seeming to belong to no-one, you find a woman about whom the world, if it ever supposed at all, supposed only...
