by Helen Ivory | Feb 10, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Village Mela In one of those colourful stalls A gentle man with golden fingers Carves a wheelbarrow from broken wood With fine wheels and spokes, A toy you hold with string And pull along the village green. You are the owner of the universe All...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 9, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
The Fly I’m not looking where the others are seen something closer focus intensely, a relief, maybe just a fly but look notice the gleam of its body how pointed its wings are its comic crooked legs it’s made of many elements a flying saucer for a...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 8, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
The poet disregards the soup she reencounters it on the hob at a merry boil not a slow simmer as instructed borscht like bubbling blood melds fingerlings, carrots, onions in garnet guise isn’t it enough that she peeled the beetroot palms, apron,...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 7, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Antonia Taylor is a British Cypriot communications strategist and poet. Her work has appeared in Propel, Ambit, Harana, Marble Magazine, Dear Reader, and Indelible Literary Journal among others. She is a Nine Arches Primers 2023 finalist. Follow her on Instagram at...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 6, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Tulip You seemed to be born blind. At first in cracked pot, in frosted compost Your leaves pined – jaded limp swords Fingering in, I could find no core, nothing that might bloom. So we passed the days. You grew lankier with the light. But still,...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 5, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Yours truly, If only my tongue were context then my teeth would be meaning and when I opened my mouth to eat I would find a story there each time. The one of the blue boy whose mother fed all the out-of-work-actors in the neighborhood but never...
