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Happy Poetry Friday! (Wondering what Poetry Friday is? Click here.)
Each winter, I get to play games on 6 Friday nights with a spectacular group of creative people (some in the kidlit world, others in entirely different worlds). A couple of weeks ago, David LaRochelle was game master, and he created games around the theme of poetry. Yes, poetry! We solved hinky-pinkies, played guess the song from a tiny number of scattered words, and wrote riddle-ku. Be still, my heart. And in between games, volunteers read a favorite poem. Here’s my friend Vicki Palmquist:
Dressed in Northwoods style and using a canoe paddle as her prop, Vicki read a gorgeous poem. I loved it. And it wasn’t until she neared the end that I thought, “Wait a minute. Is that MY poem?” And it was.
What a gift to hear my own poem read aloud, allowing me to hear it without any of my own criticisms and baggage. Thank you, Vicki. I will remember that.
And here’s the poem:
You can read more about that poem and anthology here.
For more poetry joy, don’t miss the Poetry Friday Roundup with the awesome Linda Baie at Teacher Dance!