Tag: Ivory

  • Three Poems: Cicely Gill

    At the Market ‘This was last summer’: she holds out a bouquet of dried flowers – woundwort, oregano, lady’s mantle. ‘They will keep their colour for ever’. Lavender, totter-grass, helichrysum. Names have their beauty too. ‘Grown from seed in my garden’. Statice, straw-flowers. Light in her hand, sunshine incarnate.    Not Just Haiku Not just…

  • Approaching the middle of a wood

    There is something unnerving about approaching the middle of a book – when you are writing it that is.  A bit like approaching the middle of a dark wood, partly because you are not sure if you have reached the middle and partly because you don’t know what you might find there. Will your heroine…