by Helen Ivory | Aug 13, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Grassy Beach evening Stalk between rails and the Tay where light stakes out any primped queen’s lace – which might be jumped-up hedge parsley. Touch columbine in scattered couch, rip yellow vetch, unbutton tansies. You’ll only hear high...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 12, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Word-Pact for Tammara Claire Without your dark eyes and a settled chin the evening is too unstable and shaky even the whetting shrill of woodpeckers is dulled wanting a harder crust for bills random footsteps haw the creaking floor voices...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 11, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Nevertold I took him for his wildness – a bite to the back of the neck dead in bed a playful nibble of my bare shoulder for breakfast. He gave me pounding heartbeats, fluttering charms of blue and gold to hold in my palms like wishes then let go....
by Helen Ivory | Aug 10, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Trap Pardon me ringing you but all my friends are dead. It’s strange to be sitting here in the place where I was born and no longer know a soul. They were sand through glass you see. Now I’m like an invalid who struggles unheard,...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 9, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
The Graveyard of the Old Asylum East Lane, Leavesden At autumn’s trailing edge I walked there, Found it just where I recalled, Near the jink of a country lane. And seen through the antique lens Of thirty years, it looked larger, But more...
