by Helen Ivory | Sep 17, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Free Range My thoughts are skittish, peck at whatever they find. I flick each whitewash flake into the bin. Shadows on the walls are darkened rooms in which I lose myself, daily: if I say that I look for this at the edge of every brightness would...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 16, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
A bit OCD Floors are unvacuumed. Spices remain un-alphabetised. I bless the spaces between the furniture to keep everyone safe. Seven. I do not arrive exactly on time. Margins can keep their default size. I would like you to promise me this isn’t...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 15, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
Nostalgia as Yogi Bear Ruminates through you for something tasty, prizes of the Jellystone mind. Lifts a memory from the pic-a-nic basket of your past and sniffs it excitedly. He lies about the freshness of the morsel. Exaggerates its taste. Hey...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 14, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
I’m just an ordinary dryad After Anna Saunders not like fancy Eurydice with her sun god father keep things simple I say I don’t have her dilemmas full moon in new dark rising to light skin and bark together woodbine up hazel shoots in...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 13, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
The Poem of the Sock after Martin Stannard The poem of the mask disguises meaning. The poem of the diet lost seven words. The poem of the snowman melted. The poem of the invisible man . The poem of the ventilator needs to...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 12, 2026 | Featured, Poetry
DayGlo after Ecclesiasticus 44.1 Let us now praise hi-vis men who gather together round a pothole, filling the gap with their sticky black remedy. Honour the yellow-gilet WPC who knows how to listen, called to a bus stop just in time by a lost...
