by Helen Ivory | Dec 3, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Ballad of the Cobbler’s Shoes Rural Action Derbyshire charity reports children are doing P.E. in wellingtons. You try doing star-jumps, steps, or squats, in knee-high wellies. One at first, then in twos and threes as term ran on, turn-up for P.E....
by Helen Ivory | Dec 2, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
A Town of Shadows Ashington I was born in a town of shadows. The shadow of the black bridge, where boys would crawl, hand by hand, under rails in Beeching’s gaze, cheating teenage death by drop into the lazy Wansbeck. The shadow of the Charltons,...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 1, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Crushed She was only a little woman five feet nothing in nylon stockings. If I stood sideways they’d mark me absent. Lightweight in her youth the heaviness came later. See what you did to me she’d say, scar stretching red across her belly, this is...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 20, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Box of Disquiet truth be told part of me has lived in this box of disquiet for years and years let’s see one still summer’s day two of my teeth came out baby teeth plop plop ripe pears falling from my mouth I gasped and flushed poked my finger in...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 19, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Essay on Craft Because a woman woke up and her head had become a flower. Because the images were placed in a way that pleased the eye. Because if she’s not careful the scalpel can cut. Because once a woman is glued down it’s difficult for her to...
