by Helen Ivory | Dec 30, 2012 | 12 days 2012
London, December I only love London in winter Monet Daybright city darts in for an evening paper, comes out dark-savvy, neon-wise… trace the city in your tilting eye, river cocking its snook through the post-codes, idling past...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 29, 2012 | 12 days 2012
Playing Scrabble with my New Lover So stupid, but I hadn’t remembered that the last time I’d played was in the old house, until I found the two stubby pencils, torn envelopes addressed to us both and old scores, settled. I poured...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 28, 2012 | 12 days 2012
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Four calling birds…. [calling birds is a corruption of the original colly or collie birds – blackbirds] The Calling Against winter sun, a Christmas card seen in a moment’s stillness,...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 27, 2012 | 12 days 2012
Abandoned Christmas Tree Plantation We are waiting for a Christmas that never came, each species a friend of a friend of some needle-hue. All the years, heights and postures are present like children in a school that no child ever leaves. Each...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 26, 2012 | 12 days 2012
Letter to Alfie On a beach in Alicante, a hundred days and a thousand miles from Whitby, Mummy will read the vampire story she just unwrapped. Because it’s nice to get away once in a while. Daddy’s eleventh Playfair Annual is already out of date. Kindle saw to that....
by Helen Ivory | Dec 25, 2012 | 12 days 2012
Black Dog Running The dog is running through the snow – just watch him go! A word of command and he’s gone into the woods alone. There his ilk congregate and...
