by Helen Ivory | Oct 31, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
A Lucky Charm I was a nurse for nearly fifteen years – worked in A&E for three – and I’ve seen some things – nasty accidents, dying people, and such like – but this really shook me up. It was a horrible thing to witness, certainly, what I saw...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 30, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Caught Call me Ishmael, he said. The name had never mattered. It was the immediacy of it all, creeping through the mouseness of night. Hours to go till light would strain the seams of other people’s sleep. The heels were high, and clacked like...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 29, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Knight He smells Lynx-irresistible: sweat and leather, dirt, blood, incense, and other people’s sweat but when I’m angry he smells of horse shit. He sounds of prayers, sword strokes, chainmail swagger and idle pious boasts. He cares about his...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 28, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
On my father’s 83rd birthday Unpeg each loop of guy from the tent he saved from his scouting days roll up those hot July nights. Fold away the summer meadow put each petal in a jar Pour metal buckets full of river. Wind his moss green sweater...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 27, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Rain The smell in our clothes, our sheets, The skin itself – Dawn of grey salt sea, the teary veil Of diamond dew, drop upon drop, & Beauty in the glimmering light Scooped up – Reflections pouring fog, the aerial World I love – Happily flapping...
