Midnight – New Year’s Day:
exploding fiery globes
in all directions.
everywhere we look we see
Six cruise ships counted
in Funchal harbour: each one
keeps sounding its horn.
We sip sparkling wine
and gaze on the city lights
that spread up the hill:
The first day of a new year;
I am rich with hope.
© Celia Warren 2017
Wishing a Happy New Year to all my readers. Or – in Portuguese – Feliz 2017!
Here are two new Christmassy word puzzles for you to try and solve:
a riddle and a word-chain.
What am I?
My 1st is in beauty and also in bright,
My 2nd’s in what, but never in white,
My 3rd is in you, but never in ye,
My 4th is in tubby, and also in bee,
My 5th is in laughter, and also in smile,
My 6th is in present, and also in pile.
My whole is so shiny and pretty to see
As it hangs on a branch of my sparkling tree.
Can you turn a star into a bell by changing one letter at a time?
There are clues to help you.
S T A R (shines in the night sky)
. . . . (burn, scorch or scald)
. . . . (salty drop from the eye)
. . . . (kind of duck; blue-green colour)
. . . . (say something to someone; inform)
B E L L (it tinkles, ding-dong)
Both puzzles © Celia Warren 2016
If you enjoyed these brand new puzzles, you can find a whole book filled with riddles and word chains like this – plus lots more word-puzzles of all sorts in Word Puzzles, published by Schofield and Sims.
If you like word-puzzles, why not try and make up some of your own and see if your friends can solve them?
***Wishing you all a very happy Christmas and Festive Season***
Thought I’d dedicate this blog to a couple of poetry books that have come out in the past few weeks that I think would make great additions to any child’s Christmas list, or adults’ shopping for children.
First, one that has been put together by prolific anthologist John Foster in aid of research in Oxford into Parkinson’s Disease. Four years ago, my 92-year-old mother died after years of living with the condition, so it’s a research fund dear to my heart. The book is called Christmas Crackers and is full of jokes, riddles and poetry. It’s also illustrated by some of the best-known and well-loved artists Gerald Scarfe, Korky Paul and Alex Brychta. You can find out more and order it directly by clicking here.
Next, don’t miss Roger Stevens’s latest anthology Is this a Poem? published by Bloomsbury. Another perfect stocking filler – especially for children who like trying their hand at writing their own poems as well as reading work from the best of poets writing for children today. (Well, the book includes two of my own, so I would say that, wouldn’t I!) It’s altogether a lovely book that would be off the shelf more than on it. Buy it and find out what makes a poem and how YOU can write one.
It begins with a shiver, a stir in the breeze.
You bravely joke, Someone’s walking over my grave!
But there’s a tingle up your spine,
and the whine of a dog that isn’t there,
which, perhaps, you imagined.
It continues with a whisper, you can’t make out.
You boldly joke, I’m hearing voices!
But the hairs on your arm stand on end
and you feel the touch of a hand that isn’t there,
which, perhaps, is all in your mind.
Then you remember, it’s Hallowe’en,
and you think of everyone you’ve ever known
who is no longer here. And you wonder.
But you know in your heart, that if there are ghosts,
souls, who didn’t hurt you in life, why should they start now?
And you hang on to those Ifs,
and tell yourself, No-one’s walking over my grave.
And I never hear voices!
And it ends with the hoot of an owl, the glimpse of a bat:
nature at work in the night, when it’s dark. And that’s that.
© Celia Warren 2016
Looking for more spooky poems (including some lighter, funny ones)? If you have a copy of my anthology A Time to Speak and A Time to Listen, published by Schofield and Sims, then find these poems:
A Final Appointment – Eric Finney, page 4
In the Misty, Murky Graveyard – Wes Magee, page 44
The Spell of the Rose – Thomas Hardy, page 8
Whoo-ooo-ooo-ooooo! – Gerard Benson, page 89
My Father is a Werewolf – Kaye Umansky, page 78
Tarantella – Hilaire Belloc, page 42
And here’s a wonderfully atmospheric night-time poem …
Silver – Walter de la Mare, page 78
… and a comforting poem spoken from beyond the grave:
Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep – Mary E Frye, page 41
Creativity finds many outlets. As well as writing poetry and stories, I enjoy handicrafts – especially knitting and crocheting. I love making up new patterns, too. This month I designed and knitted these glove puppets for my great-nephew and great-niece. Each has its own poem, too.
Mario, Luigi and Dan
Luigi and Dan race as fast as they can
as they drive round the trickiest track.
Soon Mario, too, zooms – whoosh! – into view;
he’ll never stay long at the back.
They whizz down the straight of a figure of eight
and then swing round its difficult bends.
Whoever may win as their wheels whirr and spin
they will still be the firmest of friends.
This little dog’s called Knitonepurlone;
this little dog is Lucy’s.
He lifts his leg at lamposts
and trees – especially spruces.
This little dog will fit on a hand,
especially little Lucy’s.
He’ll warm her hand in winter
and has lots of other uses.
This little dog won’t bark at night
(for which there are no excuses!)
and he’ll (mostly) be quite well-behaved,
cos this little dog is Lucy’s.
Lucy’s dog is lots of fun
and always comes in handy,
but Knitonepurlone‘s rather long,
so now she calls him Sandy.
© Celia Warren 2016