Susan Stephens' Writing Diary

I know it isn't quite mother's day yet, but when I woke up this morning I felt the need to reach for a book of poetry my mother gave to me for Christmas when I was seven years old.

I can still feel that initial thrill of excitement when I browse through it again... I saw the world through other people's eyes quite clearly for the first time. It made me think differently about the world and the creatures in it, and instilled in me a love of poetry and words I have never lost.

I cannot recommend it highly enough for your young relatives or friends... The publisher of my copy is Faber, but this may have changed by now!

Here is one of my favourite poems.

The Wasp by William Sharp

Where the ripe pears droop heavily
The yellow wasp hums loud and long
His hot and drowsy autumn song:
A yellow flame he seems to be,
When darting suddenly from high
He lights where fallen peaches lie:

Yellow and black, this tiny thing's
A tiger soul on elfin wings.

Love to all, and happy, happy reading everyone!
Susan