by Helen Ivory | Nov 5, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Farmer’s Piano Shop Plate Glass Window, Luton, 20th July 1919 I will tell you that after the jet of water lifted me and before it threw me through the plate glass window, I had time to notice a number of things, namely: that the window looked...
by Kate Birch | Nov 4, 2020 | Featured, News
A touch of menace lurks among the lines of our shortlisted poems for October’s Pick of the Month. It may be just outside the door that you cannot seem to get out of in ‘Dressed’ from Lucy Ashe or what is revealed in Niamh Haran’s...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 4, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
In the first days of lockdown At the edge of the tilled field two hares draw an arc towards the riverbank where long luxurious tongues of wild garlic are coated with thick frost. I can’t smell or taste a thing. I pledge myself to this field to the...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 3, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Field Mouse He’d crouched and scragged loose aubrieta strands and flower-less leaves off the pond’s low wall. Pause precedes recoil: for the thing is small and pretty, sleek as a conker. He jags back from it, stands. Some force lofts the...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 2, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Clock At Carnac, lines of ancient stones stretch across fields, reach for the sun. I can almost hear them tick as they count the days to winter. I can almost hear them tock as they count the nights to summer. We take selfies among the stones....
by Helen Ivory | Nov 1, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The new doctor With every new doctor, I start again. Trying to explain my condition to him, or her. Trying to explain my level of cognition; the drugs I’ve had; the therapists I’ve listened patiently to; the vocabulary acquired and absorbed, like...
