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I'm Sally Murphy, an Australian author of over 40 children's books. I'm also the slightly crazy mother of six beautiful kids. You'll find bits of me buried somewhere in every one of my books. I love reading, writing, and speaking about reading and writing.

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Poetry Friday: Halfway Down

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It’s Poetry Friday and I am thinking, not for the first time, about stairs. This time, I’m celebrating that MY stairs  – the stairs that take me down to the beach – are reopen, after being closed for months and months because of storm damage. Although I could still walk on the beach by driving about ten minutes down the road and accessing the beach from a different point, I have missed my spot, and have never been more happy to climb a set of stairs than that first time last week.

Thinking about stairs almost always leads to me this childhood favourite, from A. A. Milne:

Halfway Down

Halfway down the stairs

Is a stair
Where I sit.
There isn’t any
Other stair
Quite like
It.
I’m not at the bottom,
I’m not at the top;
So this is the stair
Where
I always
Stop.
Halfway up the stairs
Isn’t up
And isn’t down.
It isn’t in the nursery,
It isn’t in the  town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head:
“It isn’t really
Anywhere!
It’s somewhere else
Instead!”

(by A. A. Milne)

I had forgotten this, but when I searched for a link to A. A Milne this morning, I found Robin the Frog’s version of this poem, and had to share. I remember loving this as a child – although Robin sounds so sad, and I feel the poem is more joyful.

Looking at the picture of my stairs you might forgive me for stopping and sitting half way, but I don’t. Sometimes, though, on the way back up, I do stop and stand and take one last deep breath of that air and that view – there isn’t any other view quite like it.

The Poetry Friday Roundup is live now at Teacher Dance. Head over there to step your way through more poetry goodness.

Poetry Friday: Hot Concrete

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Happy hoppy Friday. Why hoppy? Because today I’m going to share a poem with a little hopping involved.  Spring has well and truly arrived in my part of the world and this means that, whenever I can get away with it, my shoes are well and truly off. But there are times when one wishes, very much, that the shoes were on – and that’s what my poem is about.

The Hot Concrete Rap

My shoes are there

But I am here

They are too far

They are not near

 

I need those shoes

I need them now

I must fetch them

The problem’s how

 

To get from here

To over there

To fetch those shoes

I need to wear

 

Without the concrete

Hurting me

The hot concrete

That I can see

 

The sun is hot

The ground is too

There’s only one thing

I can do

 

I must hop

From here to there

To get the shoes

I need to wear

 

I hop on left foot

Then on right

I hop hop hop

With all my might

 

My shoes are here

And I am too

And now each foot

Is in its shoe.

(Poem copyright Sally Murphy)

Now,  hop on over to the Poetry Friday Roundup where, coincidentally, Susan has posted a poem about a different kind of hopper.

Looking Ahead: CBCA Bookweek 2021

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2020 has been a quiet year for me, in terms of visiting schools, because Covid 19 led to most of my bookings being cancelled, and also to me being super busy at my day job.

However, I am determined that things will be different in 2021. I plan to get out and about and visit YOU (if you’ll have me) – in person or virtually. So, if you are keen to have me visit, drop me a line. And, if you get in quick, you might even get me for Bookweek – which, in 2021, will be August 21-27.

Speaking of Bookweek, the CBCA has announced next year’s theme. It’s a good one – drum roll please – ba da bad bad bad bad da ding:

Old Worlds, New Worlds, Other Worlds

So many possibilities in those six words.

If you’d like a little me in YOUR world during Bookweek, or any other time, hit me up. I can talk to any age group, on my latest book, Worse Things, or any of my other titles. I can run writing workshops, perform poetry, talk to parents, run teacher PD, tap dance (okay, maybe I’m making that up, but I will give almost anything a try).

Over to you! I look forward to seeing you soon.

Poetry Friday: Leaf it Alone

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Earlier in the year, I was walking along a city street with my family when my eyes were drawn to a flash of gold in the otherwise bare branches of a tree ahead.  I knew instantly, when I realised it was a lone leaf, that I  had to record it. When I looked for the best angle I realised that the windows of the building behind amplified the bare tree, making that gold really pop out.  Snap, the photo was taken.

But later, when I tried to write a poem to match the photo, I drew a blank.  Writing has been slow for me this year, and I just could not find the words to match the image. So, the phot0 sat on my computer and my phone, waiting.

Then, last Friday, the wonderful Carol Varsalona, asked if I had anything to contribute to her Abundant Autumn Gallery and I remembered my photo. I knew it was time!  The photo came out and over the next few days, I started playing with ideas. I ended up with not one, but three possible poems for my image.

First this :

Rare treasure

Last leaf

Reflects, resplendent.

 

Then this:

Last leaf reflects

Saying to herself

‘I look grand in gold’.

But, the one I finally settled on was this:

Golden dancer

Pauses, anticipating

one final  pirouette.

 

I’m hoping it captures that image I have (though didn’t get to see) of that leaf finally letting go and spiraling down to the ground.

Sometimes, a poem doesn’t come until it’s ready . You can’t force it – you have to leave it   leaf it alone until it’s ready. Thanks for helping it along though, Carol.

For more Poetry Friday goodness, pop over to see the Roundup, hosted by Janice at Salt City Verse.

 

 

 

Poetry Friday: Tiddely-Pom!

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It’s Poetry Friday, and it seems an age since I last posted. Who could have known, back in January when I promised myself I would post every Friday this year, just what a year 2020 would be – not just for me, but for the whole world.

But today as I was walking on the beach, I found myself, as I often do, reciting a favourite poem – and, of course, knew it was a sign that I should share it.

The poem? The Winnie the Pooh poem, ‘The More It Snows’. Why was I reciting it? It was not snowing (we are, finally, in the early stages of Spring in my part of the world). My toes were not cold. In short, why that poem came to my mind, I don’t know. But there I was on my beach ‘tiddely-pomming’ my way along. What better way to share it than from the voice of the bear himself:

back home, as I thought about the sunshine and the beach and the joy a poem can bring I decided to have a go at writing my own tiddely-pom poem, as an ode to my beach.

Upon the sand
(tiddely-pom)
Life is grand
(tiddely-pom)
Come take my hand
(tiddely-pom)
And frolic.
Cos you’ll soon see
(tiddely-pom)
That by the sea
(tiddely-pom)
It’s hard to be
(tiddely-pom)
Melancholic!

Do you know about the Tiddely-Pom Effect?  It’s also, more boringly known as the Snowball Effect. Basically, the more you focus on something, the bigger it gets . This can be a good thing, or a bad thing – depending of course if you are focussing on a positive or a negative. This year it’s sometimes been hard to find positives, but, today, I’m going to tiddely-pom my way through the day and look for more positives. I hope you’ll join me. and, if you’re in need of a little beach therapy, I hope you’ll enjoy this glimpse of my beach from earlier this week:

Now I’m off to tiddely-Pom my way around the net to see what other poetry goodness I can find. Bridget, from Wee Words for Wee Ones is hosting the Poetry Friday roundup – and pondering all things orange.

A Quick Catch Up

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2020: the year of time simultaneously racing by and standing still. It is hard to believe it is late August already, and yet so much has happened this year, and looking back to February (when 2020 was just starting to look interesting) seems an age ago.

So what have I been doing since I last posted? Quite a lot – my day job (I teach future teachers at university) has been busier than ever this year, mainly because of the impact of the pandemic on my students’ studies. I’ve also been working on what I hope might be a new verse novel, and I was lucky enough to actually visit a real school last week.  Thanks to the staff and students of Yanchep Beach Primary School for welcoming me so warmly.

Although it hasn’t been the ideal time to launch a new book – no booklaunch  or other physical events during a pandemic – Worse Things has been read and shared and talked about lots online, which is really pleasing. Some highlights:

I have also been delighted by the people who have told me they’ve read and enjoyed it, and lots of posts on Instagram and other social media by readers spreading the word. Thank you!

Lastly, in between all this busyness, I have been walking lots. I am fortunate to live in Western Australia where, although we must remain cautious about Covid 19, our current situation means I can move around the state. My daily walks, mostly to my much-loved beach, are a form of meditation for me. If you are on Instagram, you can see the glimpses I share, hoping to spread the beauty to those who can’t wander far from home. In the meantime, here’s a glimpse of a wintry beach.

Thanks for dropping by.