Whed sprig has cub,
the flowers bloob
add chase away
the widters gloob.
Whed sprig has sprug,
the robid sigs
a happy tood
add spreads its wigs.
Whed sprig's perfube
I caddot sbell
a siggle thig!
©Sonya Sones. All rights reserved.
How much to I love Sonya Sones' poem Hayfever? I love it more than spellchecker hates it, that's how much. Heck, I love it more than book banners love her What My Mother Doesn't Know (one of the top 100 most banned books of the decade)!
If you haven't read Sonya Sones' novels in verse... well... just go and do so. Oh, I suppose you can wait for her upcoming box set but you're only postponing what you know you should do. Her books are so vibrant and full of the type of detail that makes everything come alive for me... and yet she does it all with such economy. I read and enjoy. Then I read and try to learn. (But don't tell her!)
It's a good time to be a Sonya Sones fan, by the way. She's got a novel out in August with the fantastic title of To Be Perfectly Honest (A Novel Based on an Untrue Story). And she's got a picture book for high school grads coming out soon co-written with her daughter, Ava. Perhaps that will lead me to a future 30 Poets/30 Days participant... but for now, I'm thrilled to have Sonya Sones here at GottaBook. Achooooo!
It's the first Poetry Friday of National Poetry Month, and you can check out the roundup of all the goodies at author and poet Robyn Hood Black's blog.
Yesterday Heidi Bee Roemer brought us 3-D Geometry Geek. Tomorrow... Doug Cushman with Olympic Sprouts! For more on 30 Poets/30 Days and ways to follow along, please click here.