by Helen Ivory | Dec 27, 2018 | 12 days 2018
Mary and Joseph I saw them in two bottles of cleaning product, with a stripy cloth thrown over their heads. I saw them in a swirling cloud formation, streaks of white and grey becoming figures. I saw them in the frozen patterns of leaves,...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 26, 2018 | 12 days 2018
Limbs and leaves Escaping the dry heat of the house we step into the mild, Boxing Day damp. Our noses fill with the sweet stench of silage and fallen fruits at the end of the garden. Lying beneath bare trees, a brightly coloured...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 25, 2018 | 12 days 2018
Since it was all about a son I ask my son now that he doesn’t really believe in everything what’s Christmas all about then? I mean what does it mean to you? there is still a hole in the roof to follow a star through but we have just...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 24, 2018 | 12 days 2018
Choosing the Tree We diary-match till everyone is free. In scarves and gloves and hope we mobilise for yearly quest to find the perfect tree. Two factions, both alike in certainty: one favours sculptural, the...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 23, 2018 | 12 days 2018
Round Robin The north wind doth blow, and we shall have snow, and what will the Robin do then? James played his first piano piece in public In June we lost our much loved cat David has done less flying this year...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 22, 2018 | 12 days 2018
The First Christmas away from home you invite me as family; more used to a summer celebration I brave the weather to join you. Fingers of cold inch through layers, pinch ears in unkind clasps, bring tears to my...
