by Helen Ivory | Sep 19, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
You if you were a holy person birds would fly to your hand the way they flew to that elderly man on the path by the Serpentine to feed on the pellets and seeds piled up on his welcoming palm if you were only you you’d stroke the shadowy contours...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 18, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Leda Meets Helen She is fresh on this globe from my globed belly and I am too scared to look. I dread the moment she opens her eyes. She could have his black beads. I unwrap her. Not a feather in sight. I turn her over and over with delight, run...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 17, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Pudding We ate our meals with hair-raising intensity. Corked our ears in the joy of savouring, bored by repetition as the iron grip of history held Dad in full throat. His achievements poured over our meals like sauce, invited cheers, a promise to...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 16, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Worker Ant Monologue Alone among thousands millions, maybe We don’t even talk if it’s not about work If we did we’d say how happy we are Together, not lonely how can you be lonely when so damn together? Exactly. Nods to work/life...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 15, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Lineage Then take one end to draw it close around my shoulders. Let it flow like a mountain burn about my neck but leave at least an inch below my lips where speech denies the thistle. They say the best pulls through a wedding band, but this is...
