by Helen Ivory | Dec 9, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Mean sister We are stuck in our own words, not hearing each other. Sixty-somethings, we may as well be six, throwing sticks down the beck or poking dolls eyes out of their sockets, scribbling on their perfect faces. We are well rehearsed, know our cues,...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 8, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The Day Of Un-Visitation ..there is a day of visitation given to all… Robert Barclay of Ury, 1678 I heard a calm, clear voice. But not with my ears. Not my outward ears. It wasn’t madness. For a moment I was Lady Julian. For a moment I...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 7, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
How the Wych-elm Once Reached tall as the absentee house. How the girl moored her hands and heart charmed by riven bark. How its name was thrilling frightening as the adults disguised witches. How the woman returns...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 6, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Lovely Feet I dream I’m at the hospital massaging your feet, your tiny feet that I have freed from their tight white stockings and covered in aromatic oils, as your lover lies beside you stroking your lioness head which turns and gently purrs at...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 5, 2023 | Featured, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga, Poetry
Winter’s (love) sequence— We are in the bath, your hands around my back, mine around yours— everything covered in a fog. * The hills white under snow, you somewhat warm in a cardigan, corduroy, boots pressing upon the cold earth....
by Helen Ivory | Dec 4, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Rough Tor When fog falls over Rough Tor, the world creaks on the end of a string, its veils too flimsy, dancing like a threadbare kite on the wind, a farm here, there the trembling memories of a hill, the day coated all in white, its bright...
