by Helen Ivory | Jul 29, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Taxi i need t hustle i need t score i need a drink & then a few more i need a hand t get t my feet i need an elbow t cross th street i need a hug baby i need a kiss i need t skip th preliminaries i need a proxy an adult toy i need a girl...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 28, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Night Owl In the worrisome hours before dawn you’d be up quartering the house for silent chores. Never an easy relationship, you’d send letters or cards I treasured. Four-thirty, I’ve just finished ironing. You hated fluorescent tubes, preferred...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 27, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The Bones Since no one’s left to pad out the story, these are the bones of it: Saturday evening, an RAF base (south Yorkshire, most likely), the last weeks of World War Two. The lads fix to meet at a hotel in town – they might not be here next...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 26, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Eagle After Kathryn O’ Driscoll Wasn’t my heart a finch bird? Wasn’t it the yellow-joy chirp overheard on the dawn walk to work –a reminder of the things in this life that are delicate and made of more than the hollow-boned expanses between their...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 25, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
On the edge of the Arctic If the light were to leave our world, what of it? We would gather with fire under sturdy roof. We would share spirits and stories, songs, laughter. We would sleep soft in warmth of ourselves. If the light stuck up above,...
by Helen Ivory | Jul 24, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Full Sail She feels like a ship in a bottle, its sails pulled erect, through its neck by a man with a string. He sighs with pleasure, as he seals it with a cork. Placing her on an ornate shelf, he can keep an eye on her, admire her graceful lines....
