As alluded to in an earlier post, past FPL Poetry Series poet and artist Dodie
Meeks has recently had her illustrations and poems published in A Bouquet of Poems: for children of all ages.
A Bouquet of Poems was published by The Lyric, the oldest poetry magazine in
the U.S.A. devoted to traditional verse.
We hope to have Dodie back to talk about her book sometime in the New Year.
About the illustrations:
“Dodie Meeks’ brilliant watercolors bring these
poems to life… By turns dreamlike and hauntingly realistic, these vivid and
riveting paintings will stay with the viewer long after the book is returned to
the shelf. Meeks is the rare painter
whose work appeals with equal power both to the child and the aficionado of
distinguished art.”
-- Larry D.
Thomas, 2008 Texas Poet Laureate
Dodie Meek’s bold yet subtle art will fire up any
child’s imagination. Just looking at
these paintings will send a child’s heart on amazing wanderings.”
-- Chuck Taylor, author of One True Cat
A sample of her work, poems and illustrations,
from A Bouquet of Poems:
Every Day, Every Day
Marissa,
Marissa, you bad sleepyhead,
I’m
yanking your blankie right off your bed
And
icing your middle. I have a whole cup.
Marissa,
Marissa, you’d better wake up.
I’ll
make your walls shiver. I’ll pound on
your door.
I’ll
dump all your marbles all over the floor
For
your father is fuming. Your mother’s in tears.
It’s
time to quit faking. I’m on to you, Dear.
I’ll
pry up your eyelids, I know you’re inside.
You
can’t hide from grandma. I’ll say “Open
Wide,”
And
toothpaste your tonsils and make you spit foam
And
I’ll croak like a Grackle and never go home.
Dodie
Messer Meeks
Riding
with G’Ma Dodie
Gramma
Dodie’s Cadillac
smells
like a banana,
from
peelings left in there from when
we
gave a ride to Hannah.
Gramma
Dodie’s Cadillac
has
papers on the floor,
and
envelopes and photographs
and
poetry galore
and
maybe a French fried onion
and
maybe a small baboon
and
maybe a parrot in a tree
planning
to fly off soon.
Gramma
Dodie’s Cadillac
is
comfy soft and mellow.
It
has a lap, just like her lap
and
she’s going to paint it yellow!
Dodie
Messer Meeks
Scarcely
any snails can do
Scarcely
any flying.
With
those houses on their backs
What’s
the point of trying?
Dodie
Messer Meeks
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