by Helen Ivory | Jan 2, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Interior My dear, I washed you out of my sheets. And now I sleep softly in them. My dreams are sweet and free. I opened the windows to air out your smoke. I liked it for a while, how it held the past in its wispy fingers. I emptied your cigarette...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 30, 2025 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
List Poem Between Christmas And New Year The grey parrot has still not been found. A perfect green square lies in the dust. I slept way too long, woke up far too late. The tops of the new buildings are in mist. I like the idea of a balcony above...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 29, 2025 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Little voice Oh, Robin. Our encounters are so singularly memorable. You landed on our left wing mirror in the National Trust car park in Hawkshead, so close I could see each little breath you took, so bold just perching there and yet way too close...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 28, 2025 | Featured, Twelve Days of Christmas
neither smoking nor dancing the temporary fence was already claimed woven with some quick growing weed and a silver socket graced the floor purposeless I am always kneeling to face you to meet your smallness to match your presence know the world...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 27, 2025 | Featured, Twelve Days of Christmas
What the Woodcutter Knows About Midwinter The night is filled with frost, the start of a snowfall. The wind is hag-ridden through the forest, keening between the branches. In the darkness he sets his axe at the base of the tree, notches the trunk...
