In honor of very nearly finishing my Humpty Dumpty Picture book after almost eight months and a million revisions of sweat and tears, I reposting this poem I found on my own blog from August 2010. Yes sometimes you have no idea what you've written without a search engine.
On winter nights around half past ten
the clocks begin to sing their chorus
of clacks. Why so silent all day and
then so boisterous at night, like
a dog that never stops yapping?
And why do the clocks click every
second even without a second hand?
How do they do that? What do clocks
say to one another at night? What
do they talk about? And why
do they speed up every year circling
the holidays like ever nearing vultures
making my head spin. Didn't I just
put these decorations away last week, or
was it last year? Clocks, those
clackers. Gotta love them, even
if they snore at night like my
great Uncle, they are there for
for you every minute of the day.
Cooked up some great illustrations this fall for my portfolio. Come see them in person at my art show at Smithville Midcontinent Public Library near Kansas City, MO. I called it "Studio Under Glass" because you can catch a glimpse of things from my studio that inspire me, along with new artwork. For directions, check out my website at www.pollymccann.com.