It’s Poetry Friday. Last week I was away from home – I visited Sydney on the other side of Australia, to do some research. While there I also visited four bookshops and was delighted to find Right Way Down not just in stock, but prominently displayed, face out, with multiple copies in stock. And, yesterday, one of the lovely booksellers I chatted to, Rachel from Gleebooks, posted a really lovely review of Right Way Down with mention of my visit, which you can see here on Instagram:
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Having the book selling so well right across Australia is just wonderful. With so few poetry collections published in Australia, it is a delight to see that the dream Rebecca and I had of producing a quality anthology was not only achievable but important in offering more poetry to young readers.
Speaking of Rebecca, way before we came together to work on Right Way Down, we used to have a blog called Poetry Tag where we enjoyed challenging each other to write a poem incorporating a set of words that the other provided. Rebecca would give me words, for example, and I would then write a poem on any topic and in any form – as long as it included the words she gave me.
Yesterday, as I was looking through the many poems in my files, I came across the Poetry Tag folder and opened the first ever poem I wrote for the blog.
Rebecca had given me four words: wilt, what, light and almost. I don’t remember what inspired me to choose to write about daisies – but they’ve always been a favourite flower, and probably the word ‘wilt’ made me think of flowers. Anyway, here is the poem I wrote using the words (which I’ve put in pink):
Daisies
Daisies!
Pink ones, white ones,
yellow ones too
dancing in morning light
caressed by bees
buzzily collecting pollen.
Yesterday I picked a bunch
took them inside
and gave them to Mum.
Now, in their vase,
they are starting to wilt
while here outside
their sisters are still
dancing .
I almost wish
I’d left them here,
though Mum’s smile
when she saw what I had for her
was almost as beautiful
as these millions of dancing daisies.
(Sally Murphy, 2013)
I love how writing prompts can take my writing in surprising directions. Not having written any poetry in the last week or two, sharing this one has made me itch to go and find my magnet words and challenge myself. First though, I am off to visit my fellow Poetry Fridayers and see what they’ve been up to. Jone is hosting this week’s roundup and sharing a glimpse of Carols’ new anthology Picture Perfect Poetry which I can’t wait to read (and may even have a poem or three included).
Here’s to poetry!
PS
Sharp eyed viewers might note that the image I’ve used above is actually a gerbera, not a daisy. It surprised me that I could not find in all my photos, a single one of daisies.