by Helen Ivory | Oct 13, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Starve O’clock The sharpness of hunger shadows the downs. Kite quarters with an opportunist’s moon-pale eye. The woman threw food – sky dog, it came to her whistle. Afraid for their barbecues, next door complain. Woman desist or be afraid. Lost on...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 12, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
All the World I come home early to the clatter of pans Loud music Kitchen smells A smile on your face The scene is so warmly lit that I’m almost taken in but Your eyes are red I say something about the pollen count and you don’t look at me as I...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 11, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
That Night Why did the swans hiss that night? He comes from the river, he comes from the lake Why did the wind howl that night? He heaves it down, he hauls it in Why did the moon glow red that night? He seeks her out, he hunts her down Why did...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 10, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Here Come the Crows I drew a sudden dark line under it all. Emphatically, and with the fulsome flourish of a full stop dot. Knowing that this was not what I wanted: the rows of chimney pots, red-rouged and boring in the dreich, mossed and...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 9, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The Survivalist’s Guide to Love The personals sounded survivalist, after. We were still searching, but we offered love like an island someone may wind up stranded on. I have fish fingers, but no bread…There are eggs in my fridge I’ve painted with...
