Helen Ivory Poems
- Apples And Stars Your face is melting into her face, the ...
- The Breakfast Machine Behind a wood sliding door the ...
- Night-Time At The Office The solitary light at the top of ...
- Safe-House Residents are ghosts; sheet-covered in every ...
- In That House Every floorboard is a tip-off, every door a ...
Helen Ivory was born in Luton in 1969 but has lived in Norwich for nearly 20 years. She did a Foundation Art and Design and has a BA (hons) in Cultural Studies from Norwich School of Art and Design. In 1999 she won a major Eric Gregory Award from the Society of Authors for a collection of then unpublished poems and in 2005 she was given an Art’s Council Writer’s Award.
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Apples And Stars
Your face is melting into her face,
the room spins three sixty;
there are birds and sirens everywhere.
The sofa is on the ceiling;
you wade through the stars
skin glowing in the swirl of the milky way.
Whole bowlfuls of fruit are consumed.
You bake cakes of each other and eat them.
There are reasons for this.
Scientific facts and chemical reactions.
Do not be disturbed -
You life will carry on much as before.
Once there are no more apples.
Once there are no more stars.