Jill Turner

Hello hello [venga aqui!] I heard tell of a place called Vertigo. Resplendent with riches, we thought we needed- glad wrapped with bruising reality.   Venga! Let’s gather the carraway seeds And soften the liquorice root – pick burdock by the wayside or strewn along seashore, seaweed.   Set to simmer ‘Cure All’ of Daphne’s Elixir- with quart of best brandy. It’s Minister’s wife store cupboard ministry with street physician’s bottled fear.   In the beginning, She saw the cheerful unrepentant...

[Echoes of a Georgian/ Ukrainian Toast heard at a Community Meal at Victoria Park Community Centre. Published by WA Poets in Creatrix 70 September 2025. ]   May we plant trees for our children- that grow deep roots to keep them steady in the earth. May we give them wings that lift them to branches high. May they be better than folks who have gone before- kinder, fairer, freer, more loving. More forgiving. May they hear the hum of the Universe, have their curiosity ignited and imagine new...

Are poems not things Do they not have shoes                           and socks? Can we not use them like                        teapots?...