It’s Friday which means it’s Poetry Friday, which is always exciting, but this particular Friday is extra exciting for me because it’s also the release day (book birthday!) of my latest book, Sage Cookson’s Sweet Escape. More on that in a bit.
First, though, a poem. When I walk around the lake close to my house there is a lovely grove of paperbark trees in a swampy bit at the back of the lake. I often stop and admire the trees, and feel like they are watching me back. Paperbark trees are amazing, in that their bark really is like paper – and it sheds like rough cut pages. When I was a kid, I used to collect pieces and write on them. Here’s a photo of one of the trees, which I took during a quick lunchtime walk this week – in between showers of rain, which made everything damp and shiny and heavenly-smelling.
I came home and had to write about that tree. Here’s what I came up with:
The Story Tree
I wish I could read
in your sepia paper.
Are they tales
of what you’ve seen
what you’ve heard
what you’ve felt
since you first drafted yourself
here in the swamp?
Or are they fables
of what you’ve imagined
might lie in other tree-libraries
in far flung places?
(Poem copyright Sally Murphy, 2016)
It’s kind of apt that this week’s poem is about stories because, as I said, today I’m celebrating the release of my latest book, Sage Cookson’s Sweet Escape.
I just can’t enough of looking at the beautiful cover! This is the first in a series of adventures, where Sage travels around Australia – and even overseas – with her parents, who are television chefs. Wherever they go, something always goes wrong, and Sage is at the center of fixing it. In Sweet Escape, the family visits a chocolatier who, it turns out, isn’t very pleased to see them. So far the book has only been released in Australia, but it is available online here.
Have a great Friday. I know I’m going to. Today’s Poetry Friday Roundup is hosted by Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference.