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HarperCollins Summer Party 2017

July 11, 2017

Imagine my excitement when, as one of their 2017 authors, I was invited to HarperCollins’ 200-years-of-publishing Summer Party 2017. It was HarperCollins who published my very first book – my eight-page infant-reader, A Fishy Tale. Since then more books have followed – a little longer than that first ‘tome’ (although what A Fishy Tale lacked in length, it gained in size when it was later printed in Big Book format).

So on 5th July I headed to London to enjoy HarperCollins’ generous hospitality. The evening began with a pre-party gathering in The Bunch of Grapes and led to the party proper in the stunning setting of the V&A‘s central courtyard. First, we enjoyed warm sunshine, then as darkness fell, the fabulous floodlighting.

It was wonderful to meet fellow authors and I soon found myself ‘celeb-spotting’ – my favourite being Paddington Bear! (RIP his creator, author Michael Bond, who died last month, and long live his lovely character.) I won’t name-drop, but will add a link here to The Bookseller’s account of the happy occasion if you want to discover a few others who were there – authors of grown-ups’ and children’s books! For myself, it was a delight to put faces to names of editors with whom I’ve worked over the years, and a privilege to celebrate publishing in such a beautiful venue.

Now, watch this space for my latest title on HarperCollins’ list, out later this year!

World Camel Day

June 23, 2017

Yes, 22nd June is International Camel Day! So I share with you my concrete camel. No, he’s not made of concrete, he’s made of words. A ‘concrete poem’, as you probably know, simply means a shape poem. It’s fun writing poems and then persuading the words to take the shape of your poem’s subject. Have a go yourself!

Enjoy this poem, but please remember that all poems and illustrations on this site are subject to copyright. Do not reproduce this, or any other poem or picture on this site, without permission from the author and owner. Thank you.

 

Birds of a feather

June 7, 2017

… flock together, but birds of all kinds seem happy to share.

It’s not only in winter that it’s helpful to feed the birds. At this time of year, when young birds are hatching from their eggs, there are more beaks to fill. The parent birds need lots of energy to look after their young, so they need extra food for themselves and to fill all those new, gaping beaks. Here are some recent visitors to our garden feeding station.

Birds arrive – all shapes and sizes;
fill our garden with surprises:
tiny coal tits, three by three,
two young crows who want their tea:
“Serve us now – no ifs or buts –
Sunflower seeds and monkey nuts!”

© Celia Warren 2017

The great spotted woodpecker shuts
Out the world as he gobbles the nuts
That hang from a branch
Where the coal tit takes lunch;
Big and small, both are filling their guts.

© Celia Warren 2017

If you enjoy reading poems about birds and seeing wonderful illustrations painted by members of the Royal Society of Wildlife Artists, then the book for you is the RSPB Anthology of Wildlife Poems. It includes poems about wild animals, too. You never know, it might inspire you to write your own bird, fish or animal poem. If so, and you’re aged at least 3 and at most 18, then you might like to enter it in this competition.

Calling all animal-loving poets aged 3 – 18

May 20, 2017

Have you ever written a poem about an animal? If not, perhaps now is the time to give it a go. If you like writing poems about animals, birds or fish – any creatures, large or small; any kind of poems – funny or serious – then click here. It will lead you The Poetry Zone and details of a poetry writing competition and the chance to win a copy of Sue Hardy-Dawson‘s new collection of animal poems Where Zebras Go.

Poem entries must be your own work and the competition deadline is 1st September 2017. That means you have from now through the whole of the summer holidays to work on your very best animal poem. Give it a go!

Wishing all Readers a very Happy Easter & Springtime

April 13, 2017

baby blackbird + verse

As you see, I’ve been out and about with my camera. Looking for pictures makes me look more closely at the world around me and often inspires at least a line or two …

Don’t Get Left Behind

March 25, 2017

… when the clocks go forward from Greenwich Mean Time to British Summer Time.

BST v GMT

The clocks are going forward;
they spring an hour ahead.
That makes it sixty minutes sooner
leaping out of bed.

But when our workday’s over,
we have one whole hour more
of daylight. (And of sunshine?
That’s what I’m hoping for!)

The clocks are going forward;
days will seem a little longer,
the mornings briefly darker;
let’s hope the sun grows stronger.

Then, once the summer’s over,
the clocks will all go back;
I rather wish they wouldn’t change,
it’s tricky keeping track.

poem and illustration © Celia Warren 2017

First Month of Spring

March 3, 2017

… and a brand new poem to welcome it in!

© Celia Warren 2017

March

Third month of the year, and a windy one, too,
New lambs learn to baa, and calves to moo.
It blows away Winter and wafts in Spring,
Welcoming birdsong, shrill on the wing.

Birthstones: the bloodstone and aquamarine,
When young winter wheat turns brown to green.
Named after Mars, Roman god of war;
If you lust after sunlight, you’ll find there is more.

March is the month that seems to bring hope,
Out come the bicycle, skateboard and rope;
Away go jigsaws and console games:
Outdoors is the place to be, March claims.

© Celia Warren 2017