by Fahad Al-Amoudi | Aug 22, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Zip Wire to Freedom (after Simon Armitage) I write in praise of air. It was just me clothed in a translucent glide, dressed as a thunderbolt, blurry-eyed holding the sky in my hair. To the top in shocking daylight, then helped to lie face down. I...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 21, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
To Frank, on going to High School Be bold and push open doors. Embrace the subjects that thrill you. Maths. Drama. Art. Endure those you hate and do them well. History. Literacy. Dance. Life is about balance. Find your tribe. The weird ones. The...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 20, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Life Skills Module 3 1.1. Often misunderstood: Stem cell research Children Trigonometry Joy Choose two. Compare and contrast. 1.2. In autumn, trees weep their leaves, ready to bud again in spring. Does this make you sad, or happy? 1.3. Your...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 19, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Dead-spit My father kept what little he had of my mother in a drawer. It branded his next wife as second. She tipped the contents onto a fire she’d lit in the garden – photos with deckled edges, wedding pictures in card sleeves, snaps of my...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 18, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Medlar Jelly This is going to be a pre-Raphaelite poem about the fruit of the medlar tree that grows in parterres by the West Wing. They leave the fruit long on the tree so that it can blet (good word) to its heart’s content. Then the gardeners...
by Helen Ivory | Aug 17, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Dead Graham Amuses Himself Dead Graham stands in the doorway eating a family pack of Tyrell’s crisps my crisps Dead Graham isn’t a ghostly thing ghosts were at least alive once he never was Who’s had all my vintage Cheddar? Dead Graham smirks from...
