by Helen Ivory | May 25, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Aegopodium podagraria, a Praise Song. Now, I’ll choose to love this bishop weed’s efficiency. I shall admire his knit-wire roots, tenacious crazing tangle- down to anybody’s Hades. I will hymn some centurion’s aromatic salad – grab that...
by Helen Ivory | May 24, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Arthur and Merlin’s Cave Rain sick, Bound by the small hours- He is fading Walks through the moors, Past the hard ponies, Their hair lumpy with burs and their noses raw with nettle rash The sheep skitter like a dropped bag of pellets As he goes He pulls...
by Helen Ivory | May 23, 2017 | Prose & Poetry
Quietude and loneliness for god’s sake, don’t take silence for granted it is loud, hypnotizing and over-rated it has a spiritual world charm attached to it you never know if it would declare you dead and then, you can see the...
by Helen Ivory | May 22, 2017 | 2017 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Difference The once-in-a-thousand-year-flood came and went. We listened as though blood were a tide our bedroom an ark. At dawn we understood the full extent of what had occurred: as there was no sun, we attended a critical mass in our...
by Helen Ivory | May 21, 2017 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Words by Helen Pletts (www.helenpletts.com ) whose two collections, Bottle bank and For the chiding dove, are both published by YWO/Legend Press (supported by The Arts Council) and available on Amazon. ‘Bottle bank’ was...
