Welcome to Ivy’s World

I’m happy you’re here.

I’m Ivy Blackwater, a poet who writes romantic women’s fiction, lives in her imagination most of the time, and appreciates that you’ve taken a moment to stop by. Sensual, psychological, and fantastical poetry and prose are my jam.

I’m working toward publication because my soul dares to dream and my mind is up for the challenge. Someday, I will share happy news related to that segment of my journey. For now, my words can be found here, on Instagram, and on Twitter.

If you’re looking for introspective reading material with a sensual flair, I invite you click the menu. But first, how about a sample?

Here is one of my favorite posts:

 

Katrina’s Favorite Dream

Listen to Ivy read Katrina’s Favorite Dream

 

Autumn haze surrounds her.

Grasses blow in a breeze she cannot feel, their seedheads nodding as if in favor of her presence; tall and unruly, they tickle her hands as she walks a dirt path toward an unknown destination.

All is quiet as she ambles through open fields punctuated here and there by massive oaks. Warm and woodsy country air fills her lungs, empowering her with the strength only nature can provide.

Now Aaron’s presence makes itself known. His warmth is close and her heart squeezes with longing.

He’s walking next to her.

She attempts to take his hand in hers, but her arm won’t obey. As usual, she cannot touch him. But she sees his strong profile as he watches the path. Their path. And she feels his energy, his gentle confidence, accompany her every step.

A strength unlike any other blossoms inside her.

In this moment, Aaron Keller is hers. Her partner. A life force meant for her.

As they walk, a powerful, heady drive consumes her. She will conquer everything: The darkest of moments. The wildest of dreams. The fiercest of passions.

Heart full and head light, she believes in the impossible. A world of wonder and hope and happiness fills her. She revels in the exquisite buoyancy of childlike belief as they walk these grassy fields.

Then their destination becomes clear.

Her heart tightens its rhythm as they approach the faded structure. Weathered wood clings to memories long forgotten, a defiance that must have prevented its collapse. When they step through the doorway, the scent of hay fills her with sadness. Their time is ending.

Her throat constricts when his eyes meet hers. Beautiful and blue. Intimate and whole. Full of power and peace.

His gaze holds her…into their goodbye.

Thank you for visiting!

Ivy