Listen to Helen reading her poem ‘Naked’, originally published by Envoi.

Grief is like a miracle

first published in Wild Court, April 2020

like opening your mouth for water, and finding rain.
You stand for days outside the body of a silent church.
Snow touches the stillness of the windows and
you long for their acceptance, a few tears.
You tell yourself the door isn’t closed:
it’s open and weeping. Like the orange rose
that never bloomed all Spring
then one day in Autumn         opened atriums of colour.
Now all the roses gather and the door
is open-armed. People think I’m strange
touching my lips to the wood, but
ice is thawing to love inside my body:
I don’t know how else to show my gratitude.

Other poems

A conversation with  my daughter about my brother’s suicide IS&T PICK OF THE MONTH (October 2019)

Allotment evening published by Wild Court, (August 2019)

A mountain that is your grief  you  can’t utter published by the Cardiff Review (July 2019)

Now my brother has died published by Atrium (November 2018)