by Helen Ivory | Apr 17, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Fuglafjørður I This curved town exhales fishy breath gusted in tons from berthed trawlers gashing the quay the north hauled to land groceries shopped into cars with studded tyres grinding their knuckles home lit by Christmas lights rigging a...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 16, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Let it be okay that it took me a while to get here If not better then equally fine to be the goldfinch who took weeks to even notice the weirdly suckered perspex shape. A phase of hover and flee then shy balance on the lip, choosing hollow still...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 15, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Mountain Rescue How do we pull ourselves back when we’ve nothing to hold on to? Find a way clear or stay? Wait. Song will arrive again from scrub, from burn, from leaf. We feel the weight of hope, are shocked to life by the rawness of...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 14, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
How to not exist Allow yourself to be elbowed aside become a non-person an avoider of lingering looks Ask how can I best be ignored? foster a gnawing sorrow howling complaints to imaginary friends In portraits your eyes should be nebulous stare at...
by Helen Ivory | Apr 13, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
I Want to Become a weasel, in a sleeky, twisty body, all eyes and teeth like a deadly zip. I would have become a badger in preference, but they have been having a bad time around here, through no fault of their own, shot for being badgers. So...
