|Thanks to Diane Mayr
at Random Noodling
for hosting this week's
Poetry Friday shenanigans.
For me, 2016 marks my debut as a middle grade author. It's been so much fun to share the journey from draft to final book with my Poetry Friday friends. You're all (almost) as excited as I am. How do I know that? This is what wonderful Irene Latham sent me for the Poetry Friday Holiday Swap.
|A poetry collage!
The little finch card reminds me of a poem in my book where a girl is watching a cardinal and his mate prepare a nest in early spring.
And wow -- this beautiful collage. Did Irene know there's a scene in my book where a character compares all the people in the hallways on International Night to a busy outdoor fruit and vegetable market?
The steeple makes me think of my book's setting, in an aging school building.
And I love how Irene used elements of THE LAST FIFTH GRADE OF EMERSON ELEMENTARY's cover in the collage. That's Brianna at the top right corner and Sloane near the bottom, by the button.
I still haven't figured out what the mysterious writing says, but I'm intrigued.
Here is Irene's poem:
by Irene Latham
through the streets
of this newly bound city,
offer their stories
like farmers at the market:
Here a syllable, there a stanza,
soon words rise like steeples
across a white paper sky --
spring breeze tickles,
we've been waiting for you.
Poem shared with permission of the author.
And here is an excerpt from a poem in my book, "Faces," in the voice of Norah Hassan:
... Tonight, our school
reminds me of shopping in the Old Jerusalem market.
... Fifty types of peppers to eat!
Pale green, yellow as a lemon, dark brown, red,
each with a different flavor.
On International Night,
the halls are as noisy as an outdoor market.
Thank you, Irene, for helping me celebrate my book's upcoming debut with such a beautiful poem of welcome. I'm honored!