Trouble Came to the Turnip
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Caroline Bird
Caroline Bird is a poet and playwright. Her 2020 collection, The Air Year, won the Forward Prize for Best Collection 2020 and was shortlisted for the Polari Prize and the Costa Prize. Her fifth collection, In These Days of Prohibition, was shortlisted for the 2017 T.S. Eliot Prize and the Ted Hughes Award. A two-time winner of the Foyle Young Poets Award, her first collection, Looking Through Letterboxes, was published in 2002 when she was fifteen. She won an Eric Gregory Award in 2002 and was shortlisted for the Geoffrey Dearmer Prize in 2001 and the Dylan Thomas Prize in 2008 and 2010. As a playwright, Bird has been shortlisted for the George Devine Award and the Susan Smith Blackburn Prize. Her theatre credits include: The Trojan Women (Gate Theatre, 2012), The Trial of Dennis the Menace (Purcell Room, 2012), Chamber Piece (Lyric Hammersmith, 2013), The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (Northern Stage, 2015), The Iphigenia Quartet (Gate Theatre, 2016) and Red Ellen (Northern Stage, Nottingham Playhouse, Royal Lyceum Theatre and York Theatre Royal, 2022). She was one of the five official poets at the 2012 London Olympics.
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Trouble Came to the Turnip - Caroline Bird
CAROLINE BIRD
Trouble Came to the Turnip
Acknowledgements
Some of the poems in this collection have previously been published in PN Review.
Contents
Title Page
Acknowledgement
Trouble Came to the Turnip
Virgin
The Money
The World is not Made for Frogs
Our Lollipop Lady
This Time Last Week
An Opera in One Act
Put Your Earmuffs on Your Eyes
Love Has Arrived
Shiny Bin
The Softness of the Morning
Relationship Dolls
Wednesday
The Leprechaun Thinks It Matters
A Gentlewoman’s Pornography
Good Friday Outside Barcelona Cathedral
My Love Made Me a Hat
Sugar Pot Shakedown
Shortfall of Water
Pumpkins
Board-Rubber Dust
Let the People Starve
Banana Milk
My Lovely Legless Acrobat
Mermaids in My Coffee
Mono
The Choirboy Brothers
The Fairy Is Bored with Her Garden
Sunday
Chant and be Happy
Christmas Poem
Talent to Talent
The Plague
Mope
The Lady with the Lamp
Distant Dog
And a Touch of Dried Peppermint
Moving on a Midnight Train
Let’s Write Another Poem
Blue Water
Clog
It Will Come to Pass
Not Like This
Child Bride
War Poem
Old Friends
Facial
Concert Tour
A Seasonal Surprise for Miss Pringle
Meat
This Bar Is Full of Octopuses
Presents
The Mistress of the House
Not a Raindrop
Mary-Jane
Extracts from an Archive Recently Discovered in a School Wastepaper Bin
It’s True
Then
Full House
Where is all the Mist?
Ode to a Cubicle
I Fell in Love with a Crooner
City Bed
Chaining Bikes To This Girl Is Strictly Prohibited
A Bewitchment to Revive a Lustreless Relationship.
Remains
You Had a Latin Lesson.
All Things Yellow
A Sunny Day on Earth
Ahhhhhhh
Credits
Bathtub Spider
Bread
About the Author
Also by Caroline Bird from Carcanet Press
Copyright
Trouble Came to the Turnip
When trouble came to the village,
I put my love in the cabbage-cart
and we rode, wrapped in cabbage,
to the capital.
When trouble came to the capital,
I put my love in the sewage pipe,
and we swam, wrapped in sewage,
to the sea.
When trouble came to the sea,
I put my love inside a fish
and we flitted, wrapped in fish,
to the island.
When trouble came to the island
I put my love on a pirate ship
and we squirmed, wrapped in pirate,
to the nunnery.
When trouble came to the nunnery,
I put my love inside a prayer book
and we repented, wrapped in prayer,
to the prison.
When trouble came to the prison,
I put my love on a spoon
and we balanced, wrapped in mirror,
to the soup.
When trouble came to the soup,
I put my love inside a stranger
and we gritted, wrapped in mouth
to the madhouse.
When trouble came to the madhouse,
I put my love on a feather
and we flapped, wrapped in feather,
to the fair.
When trouble came to the fair,
I put my love inside a rat,
and we plagued, wrapped in rat,
to the village.
When trouble came to the village,
I put my love in the turnip-lorry
and we sneaked, wrapped in turnip,
a hurried kiss.
Virgin
If I was a virgin I could streak across your garden,
drape myself across your armchair like a portrait of a lady
who is unabashed and simple as a cherry in a bowl
and only dreams of ponies and weekends by the seaside,
sipping unchartered water from a baby-blue decanter,
sighing with her slender throat and saving herself.
If I was a virgin I could wear white in winter,
read your dirty magazines with a shy and puzzled look,
like I didn’t know a crotch from a coffee-table, darling
I could scream blue bloody murder
when you caught me in the shower,
snatch a towel around my outraged breast,
my eyes awash with droplet tears.
I wouldn’t hold your hand in public, if I was a virgin,
I would never spill spaghetti on my jeans.
My voice would be as gentle as an angel blowing bubbles,
I would be terrified by frisbees and sports of any kind,
I would always ride my bicycle side-saddle.
If I was a virgin I’d look great in a bikini.
I’d feed you grapes and rye bread
and my hands would smell of soap.
You would hold me in your arms like a precious piece of crockery,
I would sob into your jacket, you would gasp inside your pants.
If I was a virgin, you wouldn’t look at other girls,
you would spring-clean your apartment
before you asked me round for supper,
give me your bed, spend the night on the sofa,
dreaming of the gentle way I breathed inside my bra,
my nightgown would remind you of fragrant summer orchards,
and nobody would know my mouth tastes of peaches
and I thrash in my sleep like a baboon.
The Money
The money took a nosedive,
the money packed her ‘Herbal Essence’ shampoo
and headed for the city,
the money sang ‘The streets are alive
with the sound of barcodes.’
The money wore a floaty dress,
she liked to wrap the ribbons round her fist.
The money was loved by many tall men,
read hardback books, carted the kisses
blown to her by beige boys,
to the bank.
The money bought herself a pig
and fed it metal coins.
The money had friends with mint-blue jackets,
they would play pontoon
with golden match-sticks,
the money joked ‘Winning isn’t everything’
and every tonsil in the room vibrated.
The money had champagne mouthwash,
she cried into her silver soup.
One day the money ran out.
We no longer rustled on our way to work,
no longer paid our dues
with handwritten cheques, we fell
for the money and the money fell.
The money never called us by our names.
The World is not Made for Frogs
The sun crawled up on a restless frog,
cuts on her feet and salt in