A grey shore between day and night,

between death and life,

the boundary that cleaves us apart

though we cling to it.

We walk side by side in shadows of ashen pallor,

in water that numbs our tired feet.

The minutes scurry through my grasp, and here, this grey shore,

this no man’s land where the walls whisper with silken lips

of all that has gone,

in words that shrivel beneath their insignificance.

Do not ask me to let you go.

Jill London.

Published by Jill London

Hi, I’m Jill, a writer and teacher living in the UK, usually behind a desk but sometimes on a sofa with a book or a film. I began writing at around age three, legibly by five, although I didn’t write any stories until I was older. Aged eleven, I began writing children’s fiction, mostly middle-grade fantasy and I’m still doing it to this day. I have had stories published online and in My Weekly magazine. The best bit about writing is when ideas pop into your head (from the writing fairy presumably?) and everything starts clipping together like a jigsaw puzzle. The worst bit? When you start to get the feeling there's a piece missing from the box...

%d bloggers like this: