"My mind has a tornado in it
and a harmonica man,
and a whole city
under the moon."
A few lines from a short children's poem titled My Heart Is a Cricket by by Susan Marie
Swanson from her book Getting Used to the Dark: 26 Night Poems. Hearing her speak at
Hamline University last summer was extraordinary. She opened up true life, personal stories
from her heart about life as a writer and as a human. Working on my own poetry these last three
months has given me new sight into the beauty of her poetry. I enjoy the childish wonder of nature
Susan Marie Swanson voices in her poems, and they are some of the same themes I'd like to write
for children too. Her recent book, In the Night House, won the Caldecott award for illustration, a childhood dream of mine. Now I'd be happy just to write a good poem myself that could inspire such beautiful illustration.
of the moon blist
eyes glowing eerily greener
Night breathes in the wandering wilds,
the spik-ed grass,
to dream hour upon hour