Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Bridget at wee words for wee ones for Roundup.
I'm excited to be sharing time with some of you this coming Monday night for Diving into the Wreck: How to Revise Poetry. Yay! (If you missed this before, there's still time to sign up!)
Charles Waters and I are neck-deep in revisions of AFRICAN TOWN, our historical fiction YA verse novel coming early next year... but I did sneak away from that work to write a new ArtSpeak: FOUR SEASONS poem. Thank you so much for reading!
From Here to Happy
Meet me at the bridge
where the wild lilies grow.
Meet me before breakfast,
and we'll watch the Morning Show—
one turtle, two turtles. . .
look, now there's four!
And a pair of glossy ducks
where there were none before.
Meet me at the bridge
where the wild lilies sway.
Between fish-nibbles and sun-ripples
the pond smiles at us all day.
- Irene Latham
What a lovely invitation into this painting and poetry. Those famous lily pads...now new again with the people coming to meet at the Happy Bridge!ReplyDelete
Enjoyed this, Irene. I would totally meet you at the bridge! xoReplyDelete
Your poem reminds me of standing in that one incredible room at New York's Museum of Modern Art, with Monet's water lillies surrounding viewers on all four walls!ReplyDelete
I was smiling with 'the pond' as I read your poem, Irene. As a 'bridge' myself (my family nickname) I'm all for meeting up. Wish I could meet up for your webinar on Monday, but alas, the time difference doesn't work. Enjoy! :)ReplyDelete
I love the melody of rhyme and this invitation to meet you.ReplyDelete
I hope you will offer another workshop this summer. It's May and May is just not the best time for teachers like me.ReplyDelete
This was such a fun poem of my favorite painting. The rhyming is so inviting.ReplyDelete
Sounds like a lovely pond, I like to meet there... And I'm looking forward to your poetry workshop on Monday, thanks Irene!ReplyDelete
When I walk by the pond near my new house, I will remember fish-nibbles and sun-ripples. What beautiful words you created. They resound with such imagery, Irene. I added your Live Your Poem postcard to my blossoms of joy blog for PF. Many thanks for always remembering me, Irene.ReplyDelete
Any invitation to walk by water is one I will accept, Irene. This is lovely and a lilting, happy poem. Have a nice Saturday and Happy Mother's Day!ReplyDelete
Thanks for the invitation. I am SO there right now!ReplyDelete
I'll be right there!ReplyDelete
On my way...."glossy ducks" is interesting because of the way that impressionism is in no way glossy. I like it when a poem makes me work!ReplyDelete
What a delightful poem! It really does invite you to step into the painting.ReplyDelete
What a lovely invitation! I love your title, too.ReplyDelete