by Helen Ivory | Dec 26, 2014 | 12 days 2014
They Said They said so many untrue, unkind, unfair Cruel things behind my back And later on even to my face – Always three or four of them, At least, better to make their point … Afraid, more like, on their own, I might for once have made other use Of my...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 25, 2014 | 12 days 2014
Nikolaos the Wonderworker Asthmatic pipe smoker, gift giver, you wear a crown of holly fixed on your Medusa strands, beard of clouds stuck fast on top of wire. A pile off of the tinker’s cart in the crook of your arm resting on your cauldron...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 24, 2014 | 12 days 2014
Advent service Three o’clock and the hall is a collapsed lung. Candles glow through a fug of Lynx and condensation. God is with us. He is ready for a song. The boys in the back row are weary. They have writhed through the rituals of celebration and now...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 23, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
I, Calluna am bog vegetation born from acid like to be grazed, invite burning. Kallunein I’m called, to sweep up, I have been a thousand besoms in my time. Each one of me – Beoley Crimson, Boskoop, Firefly, Long White display florets that...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 22, 2014 | Prose & Poetry
Poetry God The air is full with thick-rain, pavements an inch in rain -water runs into roads to the brim of the curb as trees drip like beach brollies where pigeons on a shop-step like a pair of saturated boots watch as poetry god renews today...
