by Helen Ivory | Aug 9, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Imaginarium ‘I am a smiling woman’ Sylvia Plath, Lady Lazarus And it came to me that stones, trees and water live in a circle trace their souls stain the landscape, it’s a luxury you can lead your life without choosing and yet determined to leave...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 8, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Some Crows So little happens that I tell you everything twice. The crow, I swear, followed my eye behind the door, knew to leave me something delicate and silver. Another crow, a different one, I swear, took up with its beak some chant or other,...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 7, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Purblind & Font in the odds ‘n’ ends drawer one might find what one is looking for amongst the biros and string purblind spectacles you might find anything half-remembered by the mind’s claw lemon rind what the hell was that for? there must...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 6, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Walking the Ring Road A sprig of hawthorn brushes away gritty city miles – back to gran banishing me and may blossom from the house – Smell of death. Smell of death. I’m running back to the trees clouding the field edge, burrowing up from the...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 5, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
One hundred geraniums No steampunk engine, no onyx dashboard, no timepiece whirring as the world unwinds… I ride a dry leaf to travel in time. Citrusy astringency in my palm hot-wires one hundred dead geraniums in my hippocampi, to blaze again...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 4, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Clambake I had not heard of it the night its title was spelt out in tiles on the oujia board. The question lingered on the air like smoke from a blown-out candle, Is there anyone there? My thighs clenched, dreading a reply. A pause then before...
