by Helen Ivory | Nov 15, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Summer Job Heads under bonnets mechanics catch a wiff of a girl passing half-hearted whistles follow my skeleton into Accounts my Friday wages will buy Mum and Dad a market stall tea set with piped dragons all venom, hissing icicles of flame...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 14, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
extract from The Keen Is ar scath a Chéile a mhaireann na daoine: It is in the shadow of each other we live. Watching with the dying. Travelling with the dead. Phyllida Anam-Áire; The Celtic Book of Dying, Findhorn Press, Vermont, 2022 Àite...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 13, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
When The Threat of Hell Failed God created the lanyard, made his errant offspring under-managers, then sat in reception with his badge printer twanging his blanks. Man became the shine of the plastic, the snick-snack of the badly made clip, the...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 12, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
The Minotaur Oh me! This whiteness of my skin and hair in the sick light which seeps into my prison This tufted tail my distal siblings mocked before I was pulled from my mother’s pumping breast (my mother, who loved me) Her shrieks resound down...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 11, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Something about this Something about arriving somewhere new just as afternoon is leaving something about parking in the market square set out with tubs of civic planting and stepping out across the space looking for the narrow lane frothed with...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 10, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Variable South East Wet rocks and tree roots on the descent make me afraid of falling— feet and heart are focused on rescue. The silence and peace of this place creeps through on birdsong. Grainy morning light clears slowly across the valley. As...
