by Helen Ivory | Oct 7, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Human poetry off Gower The wind is unravelling itself to the elephant seals’ counterpoint their almost-chant is a slither-wash to these glistens the sands of Gower glistral the pent cliffs of the shining tongue where the word is suffocated...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 6, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Mirror I want to create images that would touch the viewer’s soul to some degree. Tarkovsky My soul touched the wind the wind that blows the rye the field waves like the sea you can hear it shshshshsh the wind sounds like the sea a man is...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 5, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Maryhill Barracks, Glasgow, May 21st 1941 Mary MacLeod was busy restocking the shelves of the shop in the NCOs’ canteen. She liked the job well enough, though the walk to work through mean streets was hard to bear on a May day that put her in mind of...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 3, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The night that takes our shape afraid to abandon behind us the night that takes our shape holding our candles like flickering flags here am I a soldier here a priest each with a weapon you march you pray in a patch of light your limbs pull away...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 2, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Iris Among the Lilies ‘The October water is like glass and scarcely flows.’* Iris Murdoch, ‘October’. A clumsy plunge – this quiet river pool tasting of weed and wild fowl the green water hazy with algae. Her unwieldy body sinking towards the roots of...
