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Helen Ivory in Southword Journal

Helen Ivory is a poet and artist. Her third collection with Bloodaxe Books is The Breakfast Machine (2010). She is an editor for The Poetry Archive and edits the online magazine Ink Sweat and Tears. She teaches for the Poetry School and the Arvon Foundation and programmes the creative writing courses for Continuing Education at UEA. She regularly posts new artwork on her website: http://www.helenivory.co.uk/

 

 

 

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My Two Fathers

Trinity

 

 

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My Two Fathers

 

 

When my father removes his skin

he steps to one side and tidies

the old skin away with a dustpan and brush.

 

He wants nothing more

than not to make a spectacle

but my mother insists he fill it with stones.

 

The stone father is anchored

to the armchair, while the other

goes upstairs to his room in a sulk.

 

The stone father holds the television control,

orchestrates the nights entertainment.

The other stays asleep like a bear.

 

 

 

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Trinity

 

 

My coterie still follows me;

the emu, the bear, the hedgehog,

now nesting mice in their bellies.

 

They stand directly behind me in mirrors;

shadow me through parks,

pretending to be leaves and songbirds.

 

On cold days they unzip their skins;

dress me up in fur, to protect me

from the apple-head dolls shrivelled smirk.

 

And as I climb back into the wardrobe

they stand brave in their nakedness,

armed with paring knives, dessert spoons.

 

 

©2012 Helen Ivory

 

 

 

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