by Helen Ivory | Aug 22, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The Semi-Fast Service to 1969 I catch snatches of serviced apartment blocks being unbuilt, rows of terraced houses resurrecting from a rubble heap back into their heyday. As per usual, when the train pulls in to 1999, I ease on a pair of swimming...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 21, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
petrichor it has been raining in the night both french doors are open wide cool damp air converses around my knees not one flower moves except to drip occasionally the gentle violin music flows over the scene of my third cup of tea my third...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 18, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Water, Guilt, Hemisphere You come in like water. I hear the ghost note, x, pp, turn to see you eerie in the half and half of the refrigerator light and my shadow. I don’t need another guilt trip, stumble upon a photo album, lose myself in a...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 17, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Lost and Slaughtered Sisters The cruel stepmother, the Beast, I read of them, and other grimmer tales but, said mother, some are too nasty, just don’t bother with those. That last one, the Bloody Chamber or the Forbidden Room, I...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 16, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Day Off Vultures don’t fly on Sundays, it’s their day off. No use saying you’d like to see them flying about, they won’t do it, haven’t for ages. I can tell you where they are – they’re down by the disused railway hanging out, walking up and...
