by Helen Ivory | May 8, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Love Hopes Standing in the street, watching her house as if it will walk to me. My heart sits in my mouth, waiting for this to happen, in a matter of time. I want to believe she will walk above the pavements perfectly, circle air like St...
by Helen Ivory | May 7, 2013 | Prose & Poetry, Word & Image
Flora the Poet In Roundling time when days were young and she grew younger – Flora who dressed in blossoms of the seasons: poinsettia, pansy, honeydew and rose, whose dewy topiary hair was adorned with watermelon-colored dumplings and her face painted...
by Helen Ivory | May 4, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
November Skye Cut the bracken for bedding. If the frost comes first it crumbles, but the cattle still have rushes. These are the best days, work, not of necessity. I have the scythe, she has the fork. We always do this together, as if the bed’s...
by Helen Ivory | May 3, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Bookish 1 – Reading Rooms, Bodleian Library She trails her finger down the paper slips that fill the ancient catalogues until she finds the books she wants, then softly sings her way up stairs that creak like those in old romance, to...
by Helen Ivory | May 1, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
A Fist Full of Bees (for Bob) The bumble bees were furry like your favourite cat You caught them one by one stroked them gently and held them in your tiny fist. Their whirring wings tickled your skin as they buzzed. When your mother opened...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 30, 2013 | Prose & Poetry
Affection Why do I feel guilt when you say I want to get close, but my back hurts? Yesterday on our walk I saw a fox turn his tail toward me, the leaves parting for his body. I kept thinking: the fox is my persistence. I know the Fate he feels −...
