by Helen Ivory | Jun 5, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Prodigal How could we fail to embrace you? Yearning so much, so long, for your presence, it was your arid absence that became the norm, though of course it isn’t, could never be. To be truthful, you crept up last night with that frisky, seductive...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 4, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Geese now Geese now racketing themselves to the south like a surprise storm and far to the south and thus now – from the painting – thirty bustling along with their quick hot goose looks forward or to the right or left or dipping their...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 3, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
All Time Runs into this Holiday Inside the bottles are leaves, ribbons, letters I wrote while Rhys slept through morning. A grey cat leaps onto the glowing terrace and circles the table, the ancestors. The lady, regal gypsy of the song and the...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 2, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
Objects I carry these objects with me From place to place. Fewer each time, I’m pairing back the dead weight. I’m losing layers of threadbare tropes. But each time I pack up What’s left of me I know I can’t let everything go And it touches a piece...
by Helen Ivory | Jun 1, 2019 | 2019 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Travelling Light A balloon scuds through the train an ‘L’ it is or is it a ‘7’? Evasive though its wake is empty of pursuit and the door gives way courteously. In the second carriage a class of children who gorge hard on toffee, their waddle the...
by Helen Ivory | May 30, 2019 | Prose & Poetry
No One Expects Stars they’re dead sharp like fossils or dance steps of snowdrops. Their chief weapon is surprise… lightness and surprise. Their two chief weapons are lightness, surprise… and team spirit. Among their weaponry are such diverse...
