Issue 1

Four Poems

by Helen Adie

Helen Adie


A body in half turn
framed by the doorway
the twist of the torso
the fall of the shoulder
all the lines poised
to disappear into
devastating light.

The woman leans back,
long hair falling like rain
in straight lines down
to the curve where
her spine veers, arms
following the same


Our eyelashes fluttered,
birds and heart beats.
Fingers interlaced were
church and steeple,
a lofty nave, ribcage.
All the little people were
busy organs that pump
and sift and filter.
We craned our necks
to see our bodies
curve into landscape,
nose diving down to our feet,
which now we only look at
in the bath, pink toes
like rocks giving out
the last of the sun.

Life Line

Lines of
          a hand,
like land.
          Life is long.
Could these be
          song lines,
a life time’s
    listening for?

The Other

She asks of her body,
which has turned
and postured as if
belonging to another,
to show her how it knows
to be. The hands reply:
one takes the other, fingers
folding round as if to close
the rest of her inside.

Helen Adie

Helen Adie has worked extensively as an actress on radio, TV, film and in the theatre. She has been published in a number of poetry anthologies over the last two years and won the 2010 Havant Poetry Prize. She is currently being supervised by Andrew Motion and Jo Shapcott for an M.A in Creative Writing at Royal Holloway College, London.