Robyn Hood Black
Poetry PathPoetry is the language of the soul in my book. I love the power of language, profound or playful. My own poems have been accepted for future publication in Spider and Hopscotch for Girls, and I regularly submit others. If you'd like to read some, scroll on down. Through school visits, I enjoy sharing this passion with young poets. Here's the first poem ever recorded by yours truly, or at least the earliest found, written when I was about seven years old: I am a little girl. My name is Little Ruth. I cannot say my name because I lost my tooth. More recent efforts: Copyright 2008 Robyn Hood Black. All rights reserved. I see the ocean meet the sky. I hear the sea's eternal sigh. I feel wet sand between my toes. A fishy fragrance finds my nose. A taste of salt - my ocean friend is blowing kisses in the wind. Keep scrolling down for more poems in the middle... Keep scrolling... Keep scrolling... Just a little more scrolling... |
Poetry Lee Bennett Hopkins, renowned poet and anthologist, taught a Poetry Master Class at the 2007 SCBWI Summer Conference in LA. I've been blessed to receive his insight and encouragement. An "assignment" for the class was to compose a poem that weekend. I came up with the following, a Shakespearean sonnet inspired by his books: How to Buy a Book of Poetry Copyright 2008 Robyn Hood Black. All rights reserved. I prowl around displays of stacked-up books, a quiet hunger gnawing deep inside. Some volumes catch my silent, stealthy looks, while slowly stalking now, I must decide. A vibrant cover takes my breath away - I linger, stop, then claim it with my hand to seize the book, a panther with her prey - surveying what she knows to be her land. While poems leap from pages crisp and new, lines capture my attention as I read their sparkling thoughts, at once unreal yet true - mystical, magic words my deepest need. A hunter with her prey? I'm not so free. This poetry I bought - it now owns me.  Rebecca Kai Dotlich came to a conference in Georgia in late 2007, and I took every workshop she offered! What a talented, generous writer. She professes her love for lyrical language, which you can enjoy in her many books and her poems in anthologies. Here's her website: (or, Lissie Birdwatching through the Window) Copyright 2008 Robyn Hood Black. All rights reserved. Black cat, glossy coat shimmering in morning sun (with thread-thin highlights of water blue) the sun showers down flecks of gold leaf, burnishing honey patches in glistening, fancy fur. Copyright 2008 Robyn Hood Black. All rights reserved. A hound dog is hard to train. Nose on the ground, he sniffs, he pulls - You strain. Nose in the air as if you're not there - You complain: This dog has got to go! He looks at you with soulful eyes; you fall in love (again). Copyright 2008 Robyn Hood Black. All rights reserved. I paper-trained my puppy - he reads the New York Times. He starts at the beginning: the news, the views, the crimes. Then he reads the comics, while rolling on the floor. He moves on to the book reviews, the fashion, arts, and more. After that he grabs a pen and holds it with his muzzle. He won't get up until he's done the daily crossword puzzle. I paper-trained my puppy. I made one small mistake. The puddle in the corner is looking like a lake. |
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