by Helen Ivory | Oct 28, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
You, with the Lego Grip around your Pint We feel you overseeing, through the thrashing of the dancers – weighing, sizing, rating like a coil-sprung cat. From the comfort of your bar stool, your scalpel gaze dissects us, discards the parts deemed...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 27, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Dressed For hundreds of years I’ve been trying to get out That door. The front door. The one onto the High Street. At the end of the Dark Ages I make my first attempt. But Gilded net cauls, caging my ears, Catch on the door frame. I try again,...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 26, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
A night at St Thomas’ Church, Friarmere At first I’m afraid of the church’s dark eyes, thick leaded lines drawn chaotically in illegible strokes against dull brightness, darkness visible within and without. I can’t enter here— In daylight it’s no...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 25, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Sunday Thunder Something is angry behind the blue sunlit sky a growl crows fluttering in confusion and the wind tugging at my heels The scowl overhead Night growl from the blackness beyond something is angry Something behind the sky is angry...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 24, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Beside the Clun 10th March No bright sun this morning to paint the tops of the valley houses. The edges of the view blurred by the stagnant mist. Dawn is still recognised by birds, pheasants defining their territory, robin, blackbird, thrush...
