New poem by Helen Ivory


Harnessed to the town hall clock,
you send seconds like wild horses
loose into the sky.

You decide the very moment of birth,
how much to fill a glass.
Unlocking you will find a killer, a liar, a thief.

Pale shadows of you are under the eyes
of a young woman
as she waits at the station

watches an empty train arrive
sees it open its doors
for no one to get off.

Helen Ivory's second collection of poems The Dog in the Sky was published by Bloodaxe last year.

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