by Helen Ivory | Oct 15, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Each night each night I lie in bed, spurred and splintered, to tape your breath, kiss the guinea pig that died in my keep, hair flick, to flick you alive each night I marry a replica of god’s first limb and break his fingers one by one each night...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 14, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Reaping the Whirlwind headlit rain-wind detonates on tarmac stings our faces lashes our ears batters our legs like breakers from a long Atlantic swell it souses heavy coats like tissue snatches our bellowed madness we scurry for shelter fools...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 13, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Starve O’clock The sharpness of hunger shadows the downs. Kite quarters with an opportunist’s moon-pale eye. The woman threw food – sky dog, it came to her whistle. Afraid for their barbecues, next door complain. Woman desist or be afraid. Lost on...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 12, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
All the World I come home early to the clatter of pans Loud music Kitchen smells A smile on your face The scene is so warmly lit that I’m almost taken in but Your eyes are red I say something about the pollen count and you don’t look at me as I...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 11, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
That Night Why did the swans hiss that night? He comes from the river, he comes from the lake Why did the wind howl that night? He heaves it down, he hauls it in Why did the moon glow red that night? He seeks her out, he hunts her down Why did...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 10, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Here Come the Crows I drew a sudden dark line under it all. Emphatically, and with the fulsome flourish of a full stop dot. Knowing that this was not what I wanted: the rows of chimney pots, red-rouged and boring in the dreich, mossed and...
