by Helen Ivory | Jan 10, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Meditation on Shape I’ve been seeing breasts today. In the park, lavender is shorn into tidy humps and the lawn undulates creating two perfect peaks between some trees. A road sign, tipped over, nestles in leaves, warning that bumps lie ahead, its...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 9, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Dressmaker at the market I stop at the dressmaker’s stall to ask what she does with leftovers. We discuss bunting – it’s a slow day. I buy a £10 bag of scraps, swatches, snippets, interrupted patterns and borders. The bag taps a...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 8, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
A Murder of Crows I feed the crows that loiter in my back garden. The young ones know no manners and fail to bring me gifts like their older kin. They bring glittery things, discarded wishbones, rusted metal, random objects no doubt each with a...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 7, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Snowlight A window glowing with snowlight and we’re running. Take care not to make me your caretaker. I’m just that tube you suddenly share a tunnel with before we charge into our own darknesses or are whisked into them. Stop the whistle, the...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 6, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
Weeds Needs must and so they do. Without hesitation or regret. Maslow at least got that right. Love is not a need per se. The need for love (real or imagined) is the need. Like hunger or thirst. Flowers are beautiful. Most flowers. Weeds...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 5, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
paradise farm don’t piss on my leg and tell me it’s raining the for sale by auction sign says paradise farm but i know this is the yard of the house i grew up in i’m an adult tourist in my fen-poor childhood where the past crunches beneath me like...
