by Helen Ivory | Jun 25, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Cravings I once grew old, And my senses vanished one by one. The day came When I could not taste pomegranates, The next, I could not hear The wind clonking in the rigging. The seashore felt like a surging slug. Pylons lost their fascination. Take...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 24, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Mornings I am downstairs in the kitchen, my school clothes are cold on me. l pull at a drawer, I open a cupboard. I think you are asleep upstairs. I set my bowl and spoon on the table. I see the cereal in a pool of milk. I move the sugar bowl and...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 23, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Up in the Air Do you have any legroom up front, what is the view like from your seat and do you know the atmosphere; can you tell cumulus from cirrus? Have you heard of the supercooled drops which at high altitudes, sub-zero temperatures remain...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 22, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Manuel, The Unfortunate after Paula Rego’s Last King of Portugal Both sides of the story of your death involve striped pyjamas, a maid and the deep rich red of your bedroom wallpaper. Was your outpost at Fullwell, Twickenham, private and secure...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 21, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Notes on Architects Gold lambs’ tails on hazel break the pause anticipate the Equinox dipper flies, a white spark over Rothay lands at the curve, pilfers a swatch of moss, returns up-river. North a pair of grey wagtails, dart yellow switch of...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 20, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Night Raider Creeping down at night to pillage the larder I am my own ghost on the stairs searching for Digestive biscuits, pungent oranges, hard cheese so I can sink in my teeth, leave a trail of crumbs, a waft of citrus. Mum will find...
