by Helen Ivory | May 24, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Postcard from the Spring The place I write from Is small and quiet Minor key. It is a world of infinite beauty Copious possibility Mute exuberance. It is not me, but part of me, The words appear unhappy Crying for joy. I want to illustrate a world...
by Helen Ivory | May 22, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Winter Weathers Rain, persistent rain, and the last leaves falling. Voices twittered feebly. What anxious shadows blue tits seemed then, fluttering through the bare trees’ foodbanks of branches. How I wished a luminous green bee-eater,...
by Helen Ivory | May 21, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The Romance Languages My mother is learning French in stumbling little phrases. Bonjour, Julien. Bonsoir. Who is Julien? Merci, Julien. Salut, Julien. Bonne nuit. I imagine a man dressed all in blue, drinking a glass of Badoit. ~Bonjour~, Julien,...
by Helen Ivory | May 20, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
The Passenger Via hand to hand and hand to mouth, they pass a line invisible. Via blast of air, puff of smoke, handshake, warm embrace, the tourist shares a secret, without telling us. Via soft-soled tread in airport lounge,...
by Helen Ivory | May 19, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
Yeah that place is a dump Tastes like poverty: wide roads, no one with fuel to ride them. Casinos and bingo- coins like wishbones, dream of swimming in them. Even here, shiny leaflets and theatre lights, the floor cries dust balls, DIY people for...
by Helen Ivory | May 18, 2020 | Featured, Poetry
River Teviot, Borders, 2020 The Bridge Guest House is peeled open, emulsioned walls still hung with summer landscapes, boys fishing, bedroom doors politely closed against the swell that excavates my sleep, unearths the time our neighbourhood was...
