by Helen Ivory | May 17, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Sometimes, a Man Could Cry Sometimes, I just hold my head, clasping its wreck of metal. It is just enough to keep the spine and chest upright, just enough to wire the jaw into a fixed smile and fuse and screw up bones; just enough to keep up. The...
by Helen Ivory | May 16, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Roses Wielding secateurs on Saturday I hack at roses, urging the blackspot to be gone and setting the straggling thorns in check. My mind turns to you and how I trained you to eat the undergrowth, to chew meadowsweet, parade mushrooms like...
by Helen Ivory | May 15, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Surge The day approaches from round the corner, narcissus insinuate themselves into the soil, a jay rises high, too pink and beautiful to be contained. Beginning of buds sing at the top of the flame bush zinging like lemon zest on a tired tongue....
by Helen Ivory | May 14, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Allotment Service Metal in the sky: ash-cold afternoon The big fork: foot on its shoulder Heavy handed: spearing the heap Slip through tangle: the prongs ring And layers gape: yellowing stalk-work Developing compost: the heat rises Vapours...
by Helen Ivory | May 13, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Change The general acceptance of the bicycle came suddenly. People that have helped me on numerous occasions who I’ll never meet: a counsellor, an academic mentor who is also the former. What does it mean to take charge of your mental health? And why for...
