by Helen Ivory | Jun 7, 2019 | Reviews
‘It was just lying here the poem, the dream by the window sill’ These verses, from ‘After The Recital’, illustrate ‘Patina’s’ atmosphere: life is contingent, magical. Poetry tries to catch that, but is itself strange and hard to find. The poet...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 6, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Hitting Home Jets scream into the valley. I bend to cover you with whispers, spread finger-shields of bone but you stiffen and that I can’t erase harm on waves of sound, assails me, trails us. Rhymes, wind-chimes, a blackbird and, slowed to...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 5, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Prodigal How could we fail to embrace you? Yearning so much, so long, for your presence, it was your arid absence that became the norm, though of course it isn’t, could never be. To be truthful, you crept up last night with that frisky, seductive...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 4, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Geese now Geese now racketing themselves to the south like a surprise storm and far to the south and thus now – from the painting – thirty bustling along with their quick hot goose looks forward or to the right or left or dipping their...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 3, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
All Time Runs into this Holiday Inside the bottles are leaves, ribbons, letters I wrote while Rhys slept through morning. A grey cat leaps onto the glowing terrace and circles the table, the ancestors. The lady, regal gypsy of the song and the...
