I bought 10ft of artificial ivy once

off t’internet / for pennies

part of the Poison Ivy costume I was making

to wear at a Hallowe’en party.

(I didn’t go to the party

in the end – I hung out

with you that night instead).


The ivy remained / coiled

up in its plastic bag. I hung on

to it though, certain

I’d find another use for it / planning to make art

of it but it just collected


alongside all my other great ideas.


A year passed and I relocated. Having to

declutter / still unable to find a use

for the ivy at my new house, I binned it / scolding myself

for wasting £2.89. Then I walked to your place

and we watched University Challenge.

You failed to answer a single question.

You were catatonic / barely said a word. You were not my Dad,

you were a skeleton / bobbing in a sea of morphine.

I hoped that you’d be better after some sleep.

You always got better.


Three weeks later I was standing in front of your coffin.

It was decorated with ivy vines / wrapped around the wicker

handles / around the edges. I touched the leaves: it was real

ivy. I said to mother, “How much did that ivy cost us?” and she said £90.

I laughed incredulously. “You do know the ivy’s going

in the oven with him, right? You are quite literally burning

our money.” She told me to stop

being difficult.


You would’ve been horrified to know

she’d wasted £90 on ivy. (That’s £90 of booze we’d never get

to drink at your funeral). Then, as I kissed your casket

goodbye / for the last time

you asked me telepathically through the lid,

“Hey, where’s all that artificial ivy you couldn’t find a use for?”

and I realised that was your last bit

of advice to me:

what we lack in finances
we make up for in ideas,
and what we lack in assets
and material possessions
we more than make up for
in mind and soul, so stay
creative, remain humble
and keep on keeping on.

And, for God’s sake, don’t let your mother make any more decisions.


Originally published by Sledgehammer Lit here.


    1. It’s one that I can’t read back to myself because I know it’ll make me cry, but I appreciate your readership, as always! <3

Tell me what you think!

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s