by Helen Ivory | Oct 6, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Evensong for Philip Levine On leaving heaven At road’s end, And the light Shut-off Within – The primary colours Fell Each step Of the way Just Like the red-tailed Hawk Said… ‘Letting him down, Easy.’ Stefanie...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 5, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Green Every year he paints his fence green One of the strongest shades A fierce, military green It marks the limits Wooden panels, concrete posts Overlooked by security lighting Behind lies his garden A paradise of greenery Maintained lovingly...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 4, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Love Troll It knew of the unknowable distance that grew between us, but God knows how it got there – one day it wandered in, pinned its tenancy to the inside of my chest and sat there, observing, oblivious to nothing. It was a keen...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 3, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
End of an Afternoon Slow drift? Or a snow drift? We were watching a skein of geese crossing the salt marsh, in-bound from The Netherlands, perhaps, or Lincolnshire. Their strong wings kept them just a little beneath the wind and enough above the reeds to...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 2, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Bird Man He talked to himself – softly but openly, and with crooked finger he pointed skywards, imitating a flying bird, moving his hands like wings. I was glad to watch him because I wanted him to be right – and he was, there was...
