by Helen Ivory | Oct 6, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Caw a flit of feather on bone you came uninvited lodged under my sternum shook ice from down and thrummed it through my veins I tried to turn you out but your cold eye never slept when I hid in dark you crowed all night outside the school gates other...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 5, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Warkworth The pelt drags me across sand like a drown animal. I walk miles, eyes fixed on Birling Carrs, a lime light of seaweed and coal. Birds nesting in cliff face , a chorus stuck in a skull. I didn’t know what was here, buried by tides. I almost...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 4, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Cherry of London And if I could put myself back into that long, dark hall of coats, my hands reaching up to stroke the untouchable suede while you laboured in the kitchen, sloshing clothes in and out of the tub, washing the pans, the windows, the floor,...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 3, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Kick-Start Hills stand sharp against sky above a lake flat in its light. A bird’s wings bluster up. I sip tea at a café table, as winter sun reminds my skin of brightness. I wait for words to wake across water, find this page. ...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 2, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Accidental Yesterday I forgot you entirely ‒ well almost. I forgot how you died at least, and today I realise I might have, in error, sliced the roots of the rose you love, and in the low-setting sun can almost forgive myself. But not quite. I...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 1, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
I’d Never Seen Her Like That Before The building was a place of shuffling: slippers, cards, and mortal coils. It was stiflingly hot in the day room, and the sun through the large glass roof did little to help this. Trays of...
