This week saw the release of One Minute Till Bedtime, a poetry collection compiled by Kenn Nesbitt, which includes two of my poems. That was exciting… but it got even more exciting when my pre-ordered book arrived, yesterday, in the middle of a crazy-busy 24hours. I haven’t had a chance to read it cover-to-cover yet, but I’ve been dipping and diving into it at every chance I get, and am loving the variety and unexpectedness of the poems. And the gorgeous, whimsical, simply clever illustrations by Christoph Niemann. It really is a joy of words.
And it’s a thrill to be sharing the pages with friends and poets from Australia, and amongst the Poetry Friday crew. A huge thank-you to Kenn for including my poems in the amazingly versatile collection. What a wonderful way to spread a love of poetry through homes and generations around the world.
Here is one of my poems…
Every time I read this poem, I think of my (Great) Aunty Myrt, and the poems we used to share after lights out, in her big bed at the top of the stairs. Though I never heard her say this poem – I can hear her voice in my head every time I read it. I think it was in my head as I was writing it!
I’m pleased to say there is still much fun to be had with Dad in the shed, though the little boys who inspired the poem have now grown big and strong, and much, much taller than their dad.
I should also mention that One Minute Till Bedtime has already received three starred reviews, and is one of Publishers Weekly’s Best Books of 2016.