Helen Ivory,
Helen
Ivory is a poet and visual artist. She
edits the webzine Ink, Sweat & Tears, and teaches online for the National
Centre for Writing/ University of East Anglia.
She has five collections with Bloodaxe Books, most recently, The
Anatomical Venus (2019). A book of mixed media poems Hear
What the Moon Told Me is published by KFS, and chapbook Maps
of the Abandoned City by SurVision. She has work translated
into Polish, Ukrainian and Spanish as part of the Versopolis project. She is working on her forthcoming collection
for Bloodaxe, How to Construct a Witch, from which these poems are
taken.
Some definitions of Witch
Carcass of rags
the dead-rat stink of old milk.
A beyond the pale beggar,
runt of the litter.
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Gleaner of herbs
hallower of the compass.
Cunning hedge rider,
measurer of fire.
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Midwife of shadows
low vixen with blood on its maw.
Deliverer of silence
to the henhouse.
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Lighter than a bible,
priestly ink is gravity
beneath her flying feet.
Her body writes into the sky.
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Blended with the earth
she wears a moss cloak.
Some procure her remedies.
She is a scapegoat for bad luck.
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A childless wraith
in a child’s picture book.
The worst mother
man ever invented.
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The method of kettling
troublesome women.
A peck of black pepper
in the milk-and-water blether.
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Practitioner of forgotten ways;
of rituals, sayer of spells.
Barefoot earth-listener,
older than God or television.
Thus men forgot that All deities
reside in the human breast
William Blake: The Marriage of
Heaven and Hell
Before the first story
sky and the trees sang of themselves
and the seas embraced fishes
as their very own children.
And creatures did as they wont,
not for reasons of story,
but the whyfor of spirit.
When Man uncreatured himself
he made all of the gods
in his selfsame image
and hoisted them up to the sky.
You’ll know the stories by now
of the smiting of gods
till just the King of all Kings
remained.
You’ll know too, it hardly needs saying
that Man said that God said
Man needed a helpmeet
a soft-fleshed companion –
the garden was a lonely place, after
all.
So in God’s name he created a Woman
to take in his laundry.
What happens then is written in
pictures –
she, clothed entire in a snake
she, tearing fruit with her teeth
she, charming him join her in all the
tree’s knowledge;
the bite of flesh that sticks in his
craw.
This was the first test and they
failed,
though it was decreed that she failed
it more.
New Rules for the Disenchanted Land
The human body and not the steam
engine,
and not even the clock, was the first
machine
developed by capitalism Silvia
Federici Caliban and the Witch
Cleanse yourself of incantations –
those superstitious acts employed
when taking beasts into the field –
you cannot sing grass sweet.
Nor can you cajole the rain to fall
or placate some green spirit of the fields
to augment propagation.
You have no power but in your arms.
It is understood that hags exist
who’ll feast upon a suckling’s flesh.
There are occult doings in alleyways –
mixed potions of wild wormwood and such.
Trust not your women with their bodies –
the unproductive womb is a sin,
and furthermore, a hindrance to progress:
we need more small hands to scare away the
crows.
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