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,...
by Desree | Dec 21, 2021 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Christmas gatherings I’ve lost my manners this quarantine. My ability to keep the curtains of my mouth stretched open for a smile suffered. My social skills, a turned off faucet in those months of longing for connection. Words refused to...
by Helen Ivory | Jan 1, 2021 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Empties First of Jan, affluent suburb. Stockbridge, but it could be anywhere across the island, in Ely, Richmond, Beauly. In place of regretting they put their empties out, arranged by colour, size, acoustic property. Scores of bottles, neatened...
by Helen Ivory | Dec 31, 2020 | Featured, Poetry, Twelve Days of Christmas
Twelfth Night the weather through the draped window dreich the fire spits and greetings cards make a merry flame as I the audient listen to the sermon of the grate that a living room is empty unless you let in a little light Gareth...
