by Helen Ivory | Jan 12, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
The Woods The teacher sighed, as the snow piled up outside, mountain after mountain. The children listened, as the North wind howled, winter after winter. ‘That will be all for today, children,’ the teacher said. The students rushed over to pegs,...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 11, 2022 | Featured, Poetry
February 6th You are naked when I meet you, but then, so am I. I’d been waiting months for this occasion, after a delay we meet a week later. Dark hair is slathered on your forehead unruly with gross pomade. Your voice is a gurgle like creaking...
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...
