Ballad of the Boots

Ripple Poetry

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Sonto Mum

My boots are made for sleeping
I’ll never take them off again.
My feet are made for keeping
Those leathery brown boots.

My heart is made for boots
They are the world to me
& if you take them off me Mum
I’ll scream the whole house down.

My boots they sing me songs
As the crackle in the night
My heart is made for weeping
For my hand-me-down brown boots.

Mum to Son

Son, I wish you’d take off those boots
For they are lethal weapons as you sleep.
I know you love them deeply, truly, madly
But they do not make your parents
Meet the morning mildly mannered.

If you stayed asleep on your own bed
We’d have no problems with your obsession,
But as you creep up into ours

I’d rather your boots were dreams
& not your midnight…

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Blog Blasting The Fix-it-Man

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Welcome to my contribution to the The Fix-it-Man blog blast!

You can find more sneak peak posts  and sneak reviews TODAY at all the following super cool online spaces where people review and interview authors.

 

The Fix- it-Man, by Dimity Powell, illustrated by Nicky Johnston  

Reviewed by June Perkins

ISBN 9781925335347 Hardcover Picture Book EK Books. Endorsed by Paradise Kids, Reccomended retail price $24.99

It is a challenge to cover the deeper topics in life for young children in a way that is relatable, honest and caring, but Dimity Powell’s  The Fix -it-Man sets out to do just that.

Nicky Johnston’s gentle joyful and equally caring illustrations take the reader through the happy although sometimes challenging times in a family that is about to be broken by something that just can’t be fixed. A double centre spread of predominantly subdued grey  colours depicting a father and daughter nestled in a bean bag, is particularly moving, and marks a shift in the narrative from the fix-it-man to a fix-it-girl.

Another especially powerful metaphor for grief in the story is the broken teddy bear, ‘Tiger’ who needs mending. Our young narrator says, ‘Pieces spill out from Tiger’s heart, as Dad takes him from my hand. ‘I can’t fix him Dad.’

(Extract from upcoming review: for the rest visit this blog in April and also watch out for a moving interview with the compassionate Dimity Powell).

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You can meet Dimity at the launch or visit her website  Dimity Powell’s Website

Listening Divas

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Family Archives – with Dad

When we were young, Dad told us bed time stories. They were always silly with us in starring roles.

Dad liked Spike Milligan and AA Milne. Sometimes he’d recite his favourite poems and direct them to one of us. Snatches of AA Milne come back to me at the oddest times, with his poetry of children whose parents run away and cautionary tales to not step on the cracks in the footpath.

Dad’s stories were funny and satirical but sometimes we protested about the way he portrayed us. We were unruly characters, tiny divas, jostling for bigger and more complimentary roles. We directed our storytelling Dad just so.

Our favourite thing was Dad giving us magical powers. We told him the names we wanted and what we should be doing.
‘No I wouldn’t do that.’
‘I should be taller’
‘I need to run faster’
‘I’d jump to … the moon’

We loved to take over his stories. Sometimes our diva listening ways were so out of control they would make our storyteller abandon his tale and he’d grab out the Muddle Headed Wombat book to read to us and do all the characters voices for us. Tabby Cat, Mouse and Wombat became our friends. I read all the books when I had mastered the art of reading.

Read the Rest of this story over at  ABC Open

And catch up with Ali’s Posts on World Read Aloud Day

Brighter Futures for the Young

 

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My major concern for Australia at the moment is how we support and nurture our youth, this will be occupying my thoughts and actions as we head into the next decade.

Partly because of course I will have three teenagers next year, but also because I am thinking of all the nations and worlds young people and the need to build with them and for them a better brighter future. Let’s find a way forward.

If you are doing or can potentially do anything for youth please post this under this status statement or approach me for guest blog or interview. I want to gather some positive energy – and mention anyone out there doing amazing, empowering and positive work.

For me personally a brighter future for young people is about enabling them to find a spiritual centre, to walk with practical feet, and embody in their actions in the world, and their interconnection to others.  It is about listening to them, encouraging them, giving them opportunities, and tools, enabling them to have opportunity from whatever beginning point they are given at birth and have no choosing in.  It is about seeing them embrace service to humanity, with love, skill and patience.

It’s about moving it away from politics and thinking of young people as spiritual beings with immense energy, potential, drive and leading them into their role as co-custodians.  It’s about youth making decisions that propel them forwards and propel those around them forwards so they can see themselves as carriers of hope, not burdens to be scared into action.

As a writer/artist I think the way for me to do this is to create projects, art works, films, stories that have this as their central drive and purpose.  My challenge – to find a way to be sustainable in this work, to take greater care of providing finances to my children’s university or other education and finding ways for them to do that too.  For this I need collaborators, ingenuity, inventiveness and to foster sustainability. Let’s face it not all forms of writing bring in enough to provide shelter let alone education for our youth.

It’s not about platitudes but walking a spiritual path with practical feet, and not sticking with anything outmoded that holds back the development of women, youth, people in general, and people dealt a rough initial starting point  the world (born into poverty, or families with a need for healing, or without any caring family).

As I soul search my return to bread and butter work, as well as continuing the often voluntary arts and community work that is good for my soul, I begin to strive to bring all the elements of who I am together, and to try and be an example to my children and youth in my own family of how to do that.  How can I make it better for them?

How can I use innovation,  storytelling, creativity, ingenuity to become all I hope for them as well,  a person whose work is not just bread and butter, but vocation, building a society that is not just about economy but about human spirit, and community?

 

 

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Firelight Sing-a-long

A memory triggered by a photograph of music by the firelight.

Following the Crow Song

2012-08-18 2012-09-08 001 113 (2) Firelight Singer – By June Perkins

By the firelight we singalong.  We’ve asked eldest to bring out his guitar and he’s become our karoke machine.  He knows so many songs.  But he doesn’t sing aloud with us yet.

Hubby sings the loudest, to the beat of his own drum, daughter and youngest sing louder to help him sing with their tuning.

I sing if I know the lyrics to the songs they have chosen.

We sing to the moonlit cane.

Once we even see a horde of runaway rats in the trees once the cane provides no more shelter.  Perhaps they have come to hear us sing, and we need to employ eldest like a pied guitarist to take them back into the fields.

Eldest’s voice has been breaking, and he’s kept it a secret.  We have no idea what it sounds like yet.

Sometimes I think I hear him…

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