Two Days to Go!
Looking Up has its own hashtag. I’ll be using it as much as I can – but if you have anything to say about my book-baby, on Facebook or Twitter or Instagram, please use it too. And what IS the Hashtag? It’s easy:
I am so very very excited about sharing this book-baby with the world. Two more sleeps!
It seems the beach continues to offer me new friends to chat with. This morning it was a crab, who made me jump when s/he moved just as I drew near. I was glad though, that s/he stopped so I could take her photo and wish her a good morning before she scuttled away.
So, of course, there’s a poem, because it’s Poetry Friday:
Now I’m off to think about the crab’s reply might be.
Have a great St Patrick’s Day, and don’t forget to check out the Poetry Friday round-up, which today is hosted by Robyn at Life on the Deckle Edge.
Yesterday I bought myself a new, funky diary for the new year which is rapidly approaching.
My next goal is to fill it up with lots of school visits and festivals and lunches and writing workshops and poetry performances. Basically, I want to spend lots of time in 2017 talking. As you can see from this photo:
I don’t dress like this every day – but sometimes dressing up helps me feel authorly.
And this one:
Without an editor, I might still be throwing my hands in the air!
And even this one:
I love getting out and about talking about my books, answering questions, and speaking to audiences big and small, young and not-so young. So if you’d like me to visit your school, library, writers group, festival, luncheon or anything else you can think of in 2017 (or beyond), now’s the time to get in touch.
I’ve been absent from Poetry Friday for the past few weeks, caught up in the wonderful busyness which comes with the arrival of not one, but two, new baby granddaughters, born 10 days apart. I’m also busy trying to finish my doctoral thesis and there have been new floors being laid in my house, which means furniture and possessions everywhere – and much packing and unpacking.
Anyway, I didn’t want to let another week go by, and today is Remembrance Day, so I wanted to share a poem of remembrance. This one, by Langston Hughes, is not a war poem, but spoke to me. I hope you like it too – and the red poppy which fortuitously is blooming in my front garden right now.
The Poetry Friday roundup is being hosted today by Jama at Alphabet Soup. Head over there for more poetry goodness.
It’s Poetry Friday again and, since the sun has finally decided to put in an appearance, I thought I’d share another beach poem. I wrote this one a while ago, but thought I’d match it with some of my more recent photos (though I didn’t have a starfish picture so it doesn’t match up completely).
Anyway, here it is:
And here’s the poem if you’d prfer to read it for yourself”
Trash and Treasure
Each night
the sea
deposits her rubbish
along the shore:
shells,
sponge
even a starfish
she no longer needs.
In the morning
her trash becomes my treasure.
(Copyright Sally Murphy)
Today’s Poetry Friday roundup is hosted by Irene at Live Your Poem.