by Helen Ivory | Dec 31, 2017 | 12 days 2017
New Year’s Day Pantoum, 3am When the singing in the street has stopped I dream the year in fields Cowbells tip as baubles drop Each hoof returns me to a kissing gate I tramp through fields of years My footprints waiting in the mud Each thud...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 30, 2017 | 12 days 2017
Deluge at the Angel of the North Rain petals the car windscreen, carnations appear near-translucent as if holding the world’s tears, takes them with dignity, asking for more as they fall on concrete and are lost like the past I meant to call. The air is...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 29, 2017 | 12 days 2017
Mistletoe There were men with fat wallets in our Christmas eve kitchen they sat with legs spread hands in pockets caressing car keys their laughter competing with Frank Sinatra on vinyl and the clink of ice in Gin they would see two roads on...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 28, 2017 | 12 days 2017
Through Sludge to Nirvana Let us go sludging then, the sledges put away, the snow a dirty sorbet over city streets and suburban hills. Let us sludge to our hearts’ discontent, Mr Frost tweaking our toes in spite. Let us manufacture brief heat as...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 27, 2017 | 12 days 2017
Snowgrip The snow has come my car wedged in its inches of icing pockmarked with bird tracks Under blanket and dressing gown I watch others graft with shovels enabling my escape They scrape away cold scraps hack at raw earth I feel friction in the...
