by Helen Ivory | Oct 2, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Banbury, Oxford, Reading, Basingstoke, Winchester This is the gap before territory, where, frying onion, you catch reflections in the steel curve of the kettle and I sleep to the sounds of early evening, drinking mulled wine from a thermos...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 1, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
The sauntering step I throw myself against the air and find freedom from my shadow and shadows throw themselves against the air and leave behind the clamor of eras, like a cloud of dragonflies and further behind me time ordergenericpropeciaonline.com throws itself...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 30, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Leaf What if that leaf was a kingfisher caught out of the corner of my eye hovering above the river, the autumn colours flapping in the late afternoon’s light, a momentary if ultimately teasing flight? But then what of all the drowned birds dead on the river’s...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 29, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
At Brigflatts (6-6-10) Braggadocio ! not here my friend no fools call to higher powers no rant, save for the pique-ish bulls who care not for silent prayer nor Rawthey, mixing lap and rush to song-thrush backdrop, nor hen, inquisitive in front of camera, nor...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 28, 2012 | Prose & Poetry
Leda Then: the light opened and closed around her; slumped angels onto the carpet, trumpeting grotesquely, their shadows angled into corners, into anywhere and anything but that safe, squared certainty. grew larger and filled the air, feathered and...
