by Helen Ivory | Nov 12, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Floodgate The first sight was a sound from a high valley it didn’t know itself it curled around corners a tree swayed gently and the water touched the low branches first a gentle flow then faster a double wave but no crest no breaking surf it passed...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 11, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Tree of Jesse for Durgesh Born here that street with the hole in the middle was it I or you digging finds on a bombsite on my knees hands buried in roots Surrounded by grave goods suppress in yourself the idea of merit head of the great warrior in...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 10, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Manual For Bereavement Clearances There’ll be Bibles. Multiple Bibles. Mementoes of a porcelain era: plates and china, knives and forks in Sheffield-stickered boxes. Decide if the dead are at rest. Talk to them, the previous inhabitants, justify...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 9, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Stocktaking In Scots law, the foreshore is defined as the area between the high and low water marks of ordinary spring tides… and is presumed to be owned by ancient right by the Crown. – Fifth Report of the Scottish Affairs Committee, 2014...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 8, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
The Picture A bird made a sound like a fist on our window. Mum tiptoed towards it as if it was sleeping then cupped it in her hand. Just a baby warm and silent. She stroked it talked to it wandered around with it still in her hand – still, in her...
by Helen Ivory | Nov 7, 2023 | Featured, Poetry
Chris Kinsey grew up in rural Herefordshire but always wanted to head for the hills in Shropshire and Wales. After a degree in Yorkshire, she settled in Mid-Wales. She’s had five collections of poetry published. Her most recent: From Rowan Ridge was...
