by Helen Ivory | Nov 6, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
View Marble sky indented, swithering branches. A pyramid of roofs, the windows of Mary street. Rosemary rising from a Belfast sink. Leaded glass carving diamonds on the window. The green wings of a stained glass thistle spill to milk cartons,...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 5, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Morning in Soho The sun scream of light is like a cow offering milk to graves. I hear music and laughter in bays of air. On deserted streets I see wind of flowering children set fire to ghosts of wood. In avenues of sky I see echoes of a...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 4, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Like Cats and Dogs The cat and dog are getting on. The peace deal in place between them means the cat now has permission to live here near the dog’s food bowl. The settlement negotiated, they lie sleeping in the same room, the cat stretched out in...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 3, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Preacher Man Harley’s congregation had swollen to 5,000 of the faithful, so he knew he was doing something right. The next step on his career path was obvious, he needed to publish a book, a spiritual book. That’s why she was there,...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 2, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
October Morning It’s never this dreary in a dream – raining cold and leaves down, a slow moving mood finally coming to life, its weight pulling us, staggering us under its heaviness, trudging to work, the walls closing around us, building up inside us....
by Helen Ivory | Nov 1, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Shooting Stars Stars were a matter of faith, star of wonder, star of light, till one August night when she walked with a boy down a Gloucestershire lane, and he told her star stories, taught her star names, Lyra, Libra, Cassiopeia, pagan, lovely...
