by Helen Ivory | Aug 16, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
How to Speak of Grief I break it to her gently. He was old, I say, he had a good life, he was ready. She stares back at me, waiting for more. He won’t wake up again. She drops her sandwich and howls. Wracked with sobs, her body crumples, small...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 15, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
…And tell the stars Then tell the stars To take their leave too For within our breasts Shines the inward light To sail us through These fields of darkness Why wait for the gardens to Bear you sweet roses Or rent the cloaks of your hope To...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 14, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Home Grown Poem Bo’s trampled the bleeding hearts and not for purely metaphorical reasons. Squashed and pink in a mulch of pig manure, passion’s illuminated by mango martinis disguised as garden lighting. Among bluebells, a fern unfurls like a...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 13, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Grassy Beach evening Stalk between rails and the Tay where light stakes out any primped queen’s lace – which might be jumped-up hedge parsley. Touch columbine in scattered couch, rip yellow vetch, unbutton tansies. You’ll only hear high...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 12, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Word-Pact for Tammara Claire Without your dark eyes and a settled chin the evening is too unstable and shaky even the whetting shrill of woodpeckers is dulled wanting a harder crust for bills random footsteps haw the creaking floor voices...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 11, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Nevertold I took him for his wildness – a bite to the back of the neck dead in bed a playful nibble of my bare shoulder for breakfast. He gave me pounding heartbeats, fluttering charms of blue and gold to hold in my palms like wishes then let go....
