by Ivory Web | Dec 30, 2011 | 12 days 2011
Yule TideThe sky burns trotter pink, bladder blue, a skein of golden chicken skinspulled taut by giant needles.Up on the hill the grass grows as white as my hair, cold fistful and clumped. I stalk alone, muttering.Ancient witches cartwheel in energetic fury along the...
by Ivory Web | Dec 29, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
WhenAngels understand eternity. Always causes mortals trouble as they try to grasp the absence of an afterwards or believe before has been emptied of all meaning. Angels speak to shepherds first. Shepherds’ long night-watches, on slowly-changing hillsides beneath ...
by Ivory Web | Dec 28, 2011 | Prose & Poetry
Forecast for 28 December, 2011 This is it: even at noon the fields can raise a crop of furrow shadow.Hedges are flailed pension plans for fieldfares,and rooks spell out in shifting pictogramswhat the ivy knows, but isn't telling:that trees are doomed public sector...
by Ivory Web | Dec 27, 2011 | 12 days 2011
How It Hits YouPicking up the Christmas postfrom the old house,I unclench my fingers one by one from the steering wheel,breathe out.And in the lowering lightagainst the hills of someone else’s home,the yellow advent squares of the traincome close to the road we...
by Ivory Web | Dec 26, 2011 | 12 days 2011
A Christmas UniverseFor CharlotteThis year you’ve grown too old for anagrams,
that devil’s name within a Santa hat.
You tell me that you have no need of things
or wishes that you’ll later learn to curse:
the Midas touch, the genii trickster’s lamp
are all behind...
