by Helen Ivory | Dec 26, 2021 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
The Twelvey Night Mummers I must have been nearly nine when the Green Man and good Saint George deranged our winter parish. A gilded Turk and terrifying horse, the doctor with his bottle and bag, coaxed something very old to curl around the...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 25, 2021 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Christmas Magic The moths have got to Jesus, chewed holes in his swaddling robes. Mary as ever is trying to stay calm though Joseph is showing the strain. Children adore the cloud-soft lambs, the sparkly angels my Mum crafted. Each year...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 24, 2021 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
24th December Late Shift, Christmas Eve Twelve reindeer wander among these lean trees. Muffled light, seeping through layers of conifer, is reaching them as snowflakes, floating gently to settle on backs and over their dappled grazing. Above them,...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 23, 2021 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Silver Lining after Billy Collins What a relief it is not to be boarding that Qantas plane, the hours of boredom, the cramp, the endless movies and then that sudden view of Sydney Opera House. How much better to be pounding the streets wearing a...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 22, 2021 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Christmas Tree The chainsaw, a hive of angry wasps, chewed the bark and something tall and graceful collapsed with a low groan as its needles pricked the earth. Below, the city lights were plugged into the socket of the bay as we loaded the tree...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 21, 2021 | Twelve Days of Christmas, Word & Image
In Light Honey, I think that to say is in light. (At Night the States, Alice Notley) Tonight, the bellied arcs bear pearls. The borrowed luminescent studs of drowning ferris wheels flare and unfold black upon herself. I walk, name you,...
