by Helen Ivory | Aug 10, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Trap Pardon me ringing you but all my friends are dead. It’s strange to be sitting here in the place where I was born and no longer know a soul. They were sand through glass you see. Now I’m like an invalid who struggles unheard,...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 9, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
The Graveyard of the Old Asylum East Lane, Leavesden At autumn’s trailing edge I walked there, Found it just where I recalled, Near the jink of a country lane. And seen through the antique lens Of thirty years, it looked larger, But more...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 8, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Returned by Angels Mum said her purse was Returned by angels. When she was excited she sang when she spoke. I nodded as she added, Fell out of the sky. That’s what the lady said. Fell out of the sky and landed by her feet. Said she found...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 7, 2018 | 2018 poetry picks, Prose & Poetry
Empire The river has called for you. You step onto the light of day as you climb out from a granite tunnel carved from the mantle. The water has formed small grey pools in your feet and it soaks you. A pale spider is hanging from a hollow...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 6, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Clematis One by one its pale buds lift like Chinese lanterns to splutter into soft-edged stars the stamens within thin spurts of fire – sparks feeling in to the dark green flowers that appear to blink bedazzled: blonde and thickly lashed,...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 5, 2018 | Prose & Poetry
Hive To The Operators Again I punched your number into my phone so hard I think that you heard the thuds and dial tones. As when you answered after one sharp ring you didn’t sound surprised that I was calling. I only whistled lullabies and our...
