Jill Turner

So carefully I carry your heart with me (my art, your heart) Like a requiem mass for infamy (my art, your heart) With rhyme and metre and rhythm and drums (my art, your heart) I'll beat away goblins till the morning comes (my art, your heart) Let the winds swirl and howl, let the waves rise and fall (my art, your heart) As giants fight battles against elves and trolls (my art, your heart) A mermaid is singing with a conch by the sea (my art, your heart) And you are safe, snug and warm in this...

My shadow girl commands her own dark world. She has a curl in the middle of her forehead. For when she is good, she is very, very good. And when she is bad, Oh stoppit! 13.3.2026

You’re all words like Ted Hughes. I’m all jumbled, with tones and values. You have a voice; can pick and choose. I’m still struggling, wearing pinched toe shoes. Too much, just too much. Let me try you on like a heavy duffel coat- do up the toggles and pull the hood over against the chill of my cares and The damp autumn air. Let me be your soft lining- Let our skins touch. When words are too much, just too much. The world presses in and I Want to shout. Mittens loose, dangling on wool, Let’s...