Poetry Friday: Counting Down to 2016

Thanks to Diane Mayr
 at Random Noodling
for hosting this week's
Poetry Friday shenanigans.

Two weeks from today, we will be welcoming a new year. There are so many unexpected surprises ahead of us. But there are also events we are looking forward to. Maybe you have a wedding, a new baby in the family, or a long-planned trip that will finally happen in 2016.



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:



INTO ARRIVAL

by Irene Latham



for Laura



Children march

through the streets

of this newly bound city,



offer their stories

like farmers at the market:

Pomegranate? Papaya?



Here a syllable, there a stanza,

soon words rise like steeples

across a white paper sky --



spring breeze tickles,

whispers, welcome,

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!