There was a young fellow named Hall Who fell in the spring in the fall. 'Twould have been a sad thing Had he died in the spring, But he didn't — he died in the fall. I wish I could claim credit for that gem, but the author's identity has been lost in the mists … Continue reading A Seasonal-ish Limerick
Author: libbyweber
Sumer Is Icumen In, bonus niceness
I blinked and suddenly it was summer, at least in fact, if not in feel. It's been pretty grey, wet, and misty late of late, but thankfully, we've had a few nice days to take the Long Low Ladies to the beach. The day job has finally slowed down enough to let me catch up … Continue reading Sumer Is Icumen In, bonus niceness
The uncertain glory of an April day
The weeks have been flying by, as they tend to do when the weather is glorious and the air is redolent of flowers. Even Fiesta Island Dog Park has gone super-bloom-y! This is the Least Tern nesting area that is open to frolicking doggos when it's not nesting season. They mowed most of the island … Continue reading The uncertain glory of an April day
Hitting the ground running
I'm glad I managed to grab a bit of R&R after the December Gauntlet of 2018, since 2019 is off to a rip-roaring start! I'm working up four sets of repertoire for three different choirs, my day job is in high gear through March, and this is that wonderful time of year when people who … Continue reading Hitting the ground running
Thankfulness
The end of the year is fast approaching, my in-laws are visiting, and I have a schmancy Thanksgiving feast on order from a local purveyor of deliciousness so as to tax neither my sanity nor my 50+ year old electric stove. And while this is indeed an occasion for gratitude and joy, I have a … Continue reading Thankfulness
Wait, where did summer go?
How is it already October? On the bright side, October contains Oktoberfest, Halloween, AND is the birth month of Healey Willan, the Anglo-Canadian composer who is the focus of Willan West 2018, a year-long festival of his music in this fiftieth year since his death. In mid-October, the Willan Collective, a Willan-loving choral supergroup, will be … Continue reading Wait, where did summer go?
Overthinking and other favorite pastimes
I've self-identified as a Slytherin for most of my years in the Harry Potter fandom, dating from July in the year 2000, when I read the scene in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire in which Severus Snape rolls up his sleeve to show Minister Fudge his Dark Mark as proof of Voldemort's return. That … Continue reading Overthinking and other favorite pastimes
Quite Nifty
Oh my goodness, people. So much awesome stuff has happened since my last post! First, I should mention that I will be having my first-ever book signing for my book on Sunday, August 19th at noon at Warwick's, an absolutely brilliant independent bookstore in La Jolla, where I have attended many awesome author events over … Continue reading Quite Nifty
*screaming internally*
So in addition to the incredibly kind folks who have reviewed RISK A VERSE: A Year in Daily Sonnets on Amazon and Goodreads (THANK YOU!!), my book received its first professional review from Kirkus Reviews, and it's almost entirely good! And the criticisms (i.e., that the annotations tend to over-explain and that there's a penis joke sonnet) … Continue reading *screaming internally*
Risk a Verse: A Year in Daily Sonnets by Libby Weber
Deeply touched and THRILLED by Lorrie’s kind words about my Snape sonnet!
The Prince
From squalid soil a shriveled sapling sprang,
Which grew into a convoluted tree,
Whose listless leaves from blackened branches hang,
And twisted shape compels the birds to flee.
It gives no shade or succor to the tired,
And bears no fruits or flowers on its limbs.
Abhorrence and disquiet it inspires,
Except in those who offer it a hymn.
For though the tree fell many seasons past,
In falling, it revealed its fortitude,
For fire, disease, and drought did it outlast,
And by its loss, the forest was renewed.
And in the spring, when sunshine melts the snows,
Within its limbs, a silver lily grows.
I first encountered Libby Weber because of a shared interest in Snape. Over years of enjoying her writing, I was impressed by her deftness with poetry and the consistently high bars she challenged herself to clear, just for fun. I don’t know how…
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