Helen Carty Poems

In May, we went to Bluebell Wood
To walk the earth of azure blue
To see the bells of thimble heads
In their annual spring debut
...

When the ghosts of hidden worries crowd your thinking
You yearn escape the spinning of the busy wheels of angst
Pause, create a silent arbour, hush, cease all brooding
Listen to the words, you gave your best.
...

You came on Monday at one twenty nine
Squalling, wailing, furious package of mine

Compressed in a ball, tight folded, little
...