by Helen Ivory | Oct 29, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
The Knight He smells Lynx-irresistible: sweat and leather, dirt, blood, incense, and other people’s sweat but when I’m angry he smells of horse shit. He sounds of prayers, sword strokes, chainmail swagger and idle pious boasts. He cares about his...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 28, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
On my father’s 83rd birthday Unpeg each loop of guy from the tent he saved from his scouting days roll up those hot July nights. Fold away the summer meadow put each petal in a jar Pour metal buckets full of river. Wind his moss green sweater...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 27, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Rain The smell in our clothes, our sheets, The skin itself – Dawn of grey salt sea, the teary veil Of diamond dew, drop upon drop, & Beauty in the glimmering light Scooped up – Reflections pouring fog, the aerial World I love – Happily flapping...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 26, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
Do Not Be Afraid Above you, in the sky, a mockingbird attacks a hawk who has flown too near its nest. The hawk soars up, followed by the mockingbird who taps it again and again, as if to choose a new direction for the hawk until the hawk...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 25, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
This is What We Find This is what we find when we go outside: Roads melting in the heat; Half-naked teenage boys kicking footballs in the street; The Indian kids playing cricket in the park, Grass darkening their otherwise Immaculate whites. “Hey, do you...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 24, 2015 | Prose & Poetry
* They lie with the wild honeysuckle, dip their hair and toes in sunshine. * A sliver of time – her inhale, his blink – silence vibrates around them. * She holds both the clock’s hands, wrests Time to a stop, while he rests in her arms. * The longest minutes of...
