by Helen Ivory | Dec 31, 2018 | 12 days 2018
December Now the sun knocks off early, slinks away behind the garage. You go out to catch the last rays but he’s gone so you head up the hill to the still-sunlit top, the cart track all mud and stones, and...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 30, 2018 | 12 days 2018
another blue requiem see this she says my autonomous shadows dancing distant from any sun i know / a different step & still december are lights in all these histories & children grow old & die...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 29, 2018 | 12 days 2018
Snow Queen The snow’s been drifting in her heart for years; her hair’s the colour of flakes blooming on the dark road through the valley. She is the child of shepherds, and miners with...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 28, 2018 | 12 days 2018
Christmas Party Falling or rising, staring at my feet, being so close to the person who shares the lift – not wanting to see whose foot fixes against mine, who stops. Look at me, girl, when I’m talking to you. An address to...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 27, 2018 | 12 days 2018
Mary and Joseph I saw them in two bottles of cleaning product, with a stripy cloth thrown over their heads. I saw them in a swirling cloud formation, streaks of white and grey becoming figures. I saw them in the frozen patterns of leaves,...
