by Helen Ivory | Aug 12, 2015 | 2015 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Assignation A white moon waits for the sun to get to bed. Inside her room a woman waits till footsteps cease along the corridors, until the house is still, all breathing slow. Moon creeps up the sky. She whispers to his...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 11, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Allotment I just have to see those rigs, those bed-spread patches, to see my mother sewing fragments of grown-out-of clothes, to make a summer skirt. She laid the colours like plants, like rows of summer blossom, the cup of...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 10, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Summons When boys swam in the river While their brothers and sisters Helped with ploughing, milking, Stripping feathers off the chickens Before the weekend feast, and if The mood came on them hiding In the thickest part of the field...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 9, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Fishing In the North Sea the bodies are hauled in hanged among the hysterical sea life gasping, flashing silver, gaggling & puckering lips puck*pick*pup*pop – & it is bloody cold. See where a small, pink crab has made its home...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 8, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
A bascule bridge Right now, this deadweight under a harvest moon could pivot, start a roll of upward motion. Weight and counterweight still echo tidal motion while stranded stevedores watch reflections on East Float, dreaming...
