by Helen Ivory | Oct 2, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Bay of Pigs Our mums pushed us on the swings and talked about the end of the world. Russians, they said, nuclear bombs, radioactive. What if? You never knew what might happen, bloody Commies, iron curtain, on telly. Ssh. The children. My mum...
by Helen Ivory | Oct 1, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
It It is the singularity of black holes a swarm of hummingbird hawk-moths the insatiable hunger of caterpillars smile of a camel, song of a nightingale the moon frail as the edge of a fingernail – It is dirty as a clam, economical as ants dark...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 30, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Tones A story in three remembered voices These were the voices which really seemed to shift things. She went, in her finals year, to a surgery, painted pre-war brown and cream, along from the Mumbles pier. There she heard the fat doctor, beaming...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 29, 2021 | Featured, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga, Poetry
Four Haiku * a date with myself inside the fortune cookie a love note * migraine… the storm fails to subside * museum tour my husband lingers at the kamasutra painting * renovation I refuse to remove the pigeon’s nest ...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 28, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Outcrops Heaps topped by smaller rocks. The raffish angles of designer boulders. Jenga towers of tipsy stone. Lizard colony. Ombligo de Venus. Navelwort in paradise. Darkness; damp. Foxgloved fissures. Small pools filling fingerholds: finger...
by Helen Ivory | Sep 27, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Vaccine The needle hits the deltoid with a moon-cold urgency; its jolt of fluid is ice barely thawed. Relax – sharp scratch. I hold myself against this detergent-white light. On the journey home, my pupils dilate: for the first time in months, I...
