by Helen Ivory | Nov 6, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Straight off the bat Straight off the bat, I reckon you know better words than me. Big juicy ones bathing in the pool of your tongue. Show- stoppers on each fingertip, pointing me towards the nearest dictionary. I’d say you keep a few...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 5, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Fire You brought us unimagined warmth, roasted our arrow kill into the earliest carvery. The cave as ideal home. Trapped you behind glass, hoisted high on coasts & estuaries, let you jitterbug for boats to pinpoint anchorage. In your debt for...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 4, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Why Wyoming I spend a lot of my working hours daydreaming of Wyoming. I’ve never been to Wyoming, but I know the marshland smells prehistoric, and the foothills of the mountains run rugged and unpredictably through pinewood forests and streams...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 3, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Interrogation at the Womb Door (with a nod to Ted Hughes) Who goes there? Body and Soul. Anything else to declare? Before you pass through the eye of the needle, You can leave them in our tender care. We’re sending that equipment to the Centre of...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 2, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Devil’s bridge Follow me, tie your tongue and leave the words at the car. I know you want to say them but I need you to fill your lungs with my apologies, just breathe them in slowly. Find me amongst birch, alder and aspen. Help me grind myself into the...
