by Helen Ivory | Dec 21, 2023 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Not my partridge not my pear tree I Google tells me the partridge is Christ, ready for the wound. The temporary pluckers are digging for lead in the flesh. The urban dictionary says I’ll never be that cool. Ii And I read, because you were reading...
by Kayleigh Jayshree | Dec 20, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Winter afternoon Charcoal darkness shades late afternoon, at the narrow edges of a chalk white snowfall. Beams slide from our single lamp through the pane onto soft-heaped mounds and frozen branches, turn what they touch to gold. Butter yellow. Crocus. Silence curls...
by Kayleigh Jayshree | Dec 19, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
I Have Memorised a Series of Statistics About Drowning after Benjamin Gucciardi When the bus hits the tunnel and the sun disappears I remember how the greatest risk-factor for drowning is being near water; then being near it drunk; then being near it young or male...
by Kayleigh Jayshree | Dec 18, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
I really don’t care about butterflies after Kim Addonizio (with a line from Nabokov) I don’t really care about butterflies, especially when they land in poems except when a Red Admiral gets lost in the great grey fields of the...
by Kayleigh Jayshree | Dec 17, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The ash tree A superb winter sunrise backlights edges of cloud tinting sky above and bay below the palest blue, hints of gold glistening on the water. Beneath a faint sliver of rainbow a young ash, bold denier of dieback pushing through a broken wall wears a light...
by Kayleigh Jayshree | Dec 16, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
How To Remain Human This Year We give a throwaway kiss to strangers, to see New Year in. We plant the seed with hope it will grow, form fruit, to feed us. We put a pound in the tin or a direct debit for life. We dispense sympathy,...
