by Helen Ivory | Sep 28, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The Anatomy of Boys Boys are cold birds Boys are carrying broken wings Boys are burning oceans Boys are drizzling ashes Boys are not the thorny rose Boys are petals of hibiscus Boys are rainbow Boys are not cloaks for a deluge Boys are glass...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 27, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Walled In After Banksy: Rats, My Wife Hates It When I Work From Home Rats are on the loose climbing up the walls, their agility well-known, ingenuity to the fore. They’re hardly noticeable as you peer into the mirror asking yourself what exists...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 26, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Folly A jagged edge of sunset gold cuts the hillside. Was it folly to build this land a tower, that it might fold its heavenly green over and over, peer through a monocle of window to meet the curious and fanciful? Remember the night we tested its...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 25, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Summer Holiday Belgrade is a // ‘kaleidoscopic cityscape’ // it is also // burning, it is // burning // and I only just understood what that meant // Stay indoors // don’t eat sushi // there are tanks on...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 24, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Number One She wore a flowered dress and the Autumn sun came through the glass so light chalk dust was a mist between me, the window and the path to the churchyard where in a flint wall coins were left for me to find. Was it the first day? We...
