The Carousel Attendant pt2

But Kate is gone—some climate tension—flown the kind of coop we thought we’d built hereto
& how the world’s less blond than once, and no, no key’s been left for locking the lean-to so
vagrant’s grown the inners, kind of nest we called a bird’s hereto, with moss ado about the walls,
their lichen grey, then next the barn then next the miniature hamlet so what’s to do but build our balsa wrecks



Illustrations for poet Lytton Smith. Lytton asked students from my course to create illustrations for his poems from the Repurposed Magical Tent, for release on twitter as an interractive, endless cycle of extracts - from 5 character's individual poems all liked with hash tags. My images are for Garosello the Carousel Attendant.

You can view the twitter feeds here, though it is still in progress.