by Helen Ivory | Dec 25, 2024 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Spreading the word As regular as Santa Claus, she’d call around at Christmas, the next-door neighbour and my Sunday school teacher, Mrs Williams. My mother sent me searching for the matching cup and saucer, television off for the only time that...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 24, 2024 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Christmas Eve ‘I was all hers and we peeled potatoes’ – Clearances III, Seamus Heaney we set about our tasks. I was called to the kitchen where she was ribboning their freckled skin, the fall of my knife steady like hers, they hit the cold...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 23, 2024 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Poplars in the Mist A crow’s eye weighs the view: poplars and their spiky layers, mist – all froth & pomp & wisp. I am more poplar than mist. I am there in each defiant branch: stalky, not willowy, standing my ground. I am always reaching...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 22, 2024 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
The Christmas Market Her mother doesn’t want to linger here – cheap stuff from South America at cruelly inflated prices. Disgrace. But Nuala won’t be dragged away. There are wooden frogs that sing an ugly croaking song. Their coats are...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 21, 2024 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
The Solstice Turn Happiness starts coming back with winter chill. The cold raises the hairs on the back of our necks the way honesty does. The sky opens its arms to clouds and the setting sun paints them gradually into shadow. We hold back from...
by Fathima Zahra | Dec 20, 2024 | Featured, Poetry
Holly Queen She curled emerald tights about the core of an oak slumbering with thick bare limbs. He had lost his hair she noticed a vast shock of lemon green let fall to a muddy mulch below. Ivy’s agile twitches hugged tight twisting,...
