by Helen Ivory | Dec 12, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
The Red Shoes Never danced with a boy. Wanted to. Couldn’t flirt and risk the invitation. No rhythm. No chance. I imagined the red shoes would do the trick. Too impatient to save (Twelve weeks an eternity to me) I distracted him; the Saturday boy...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 11, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
getting to the gig car full of poets, babbling and quibbling, noone wearing seatbelts because of the metaphor, noone knows where they’re going because of the metaphor, one has to be home by midnight because of the spouse, the woman with the big scarf is saying I’ll...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 10, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Dayclose An ill-willed summer is not leaving us any time soon You like your land slipping into a desert scalp, bruised in peel off whatever stands between you- the poser and the preacher Even the flight of the cattle egret I have seen, irks you....
by Helen Ivory | Dec 9, 2016 | 2016 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Not yet a ghost A light still operates inside the phone box with its red paint flaking off the grid of panes. A corona of moths searches for an entrance. Inside, a shroud of cobwebs embodies the space, like a sketch of someone stood waiting for an...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 8, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Into L’Orangerie I’m not ready to yield to the notion of garden chalky-soft and muted, a green mat so bright in the sun it silvers, jewels scribble flowers life-size, bold, holding the year’s nectar but on dark days when river-wind over gravel...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 7, 2016 | Prose & Poetry
Three Giraffes Passing them in my car on the way to work, I saw three giraffes in the rush hour jungle. The tallest staring straight ahead, the middle one turning traffic wards and the smallest eyeing the heavens. Stranded amidst the...
