Moon Juice - Kate Wakeling - E-Book

Moon Juice E-Book

Kate Wakeling

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Meet Skig, who's meant to be a warrior (but is really more of a worrier). Meet a giddy comet, skidding across the sky with her tail on fire. Put a marvellous new machine in your pocket and maybe you'll be able to fix all your life's problems. Kate Wakeling's first book of poems for children is full of curious characters and strange situations. The poems she writes are always musical, sometimes magical, and full of wonder at the weirdness of the world. Moon Juice contains 25 poems and features bonus materials, including interviews with the author and the illustrator, and ideas for writing your own poems.

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Seitenzahl: 29

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

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MOON JUICE

Poems by Kate Wakeling

With illustrations by Elīna Brasliņa

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WINNER OF THE 2017 CLiPPA

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The Emma Press Children’s Books

Dedication

For Dad

Copyright

First published in ebook format in Great Britain in 2017 by the Emma Press Ltd

First published in print in Great Britain in 2016 by the Emma Press Ltd

Poems copyright © Kate Wakeling 2016

Illustrations copyright © Elīna Brasliņa 2016

All rights reserved.

The right of Kate Wakeling and Elīna Brasliņa to be identified as the author and illustrator of this work respectively has been asserted by them in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

eISBN 978-1-910139-57-8

ISBN 978-1-910139-49-3

A CIP catalogue record of this book is available from the British Library.

theemmapress.com

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Contents

Dedication

Copyright

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1. New Moon

2. Skig the Warrior

3. Bad Moods

4. Comet

5. Instruments of Use

6. My Ghost Sister

7. Hair Piece

8. Jungle Cat

9. Rich Pickings

10. THE INSTRUCTIONS

11. Hamster Man

12. Night Journey

13. Thief

14. Little-Known Facts

15. I Found a Dinosaur Under the Shed

16. Machine

17. The Serpent and the Turtle (or: A Very Balinese Beginning)

18. The Spy Café

19. Telescope

20. The Demon Mouth

21. Dodo

22. Spirit Bridge

24. Shadow Boy

24. Rita the Pirate

25. The Ten Dark Toes at the Bottom of the Bed

26. This be the scale

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Moon Juice Bonus Bits

About the poet

About the illustrator

Interview with Kate

Interview with Elīna

Write your own poem!

About the Emma Press

Also from the Emma Press

The Noisy Classroom

Watcher of the Skies

Falling Out of the Sky

New Moon

Moon is

silver sliver.

Moon is

clipped cup

from which to sip

a first drop

of freshly-pressed

moon juice.

Moon is

somersaulting C

in the best moon font.

Moon is fickle flickerer.

Moon is

new lunar lantern

to track a star or two.

But mostly,

moon is

shy to meet

once more

that

old old

sky.

Skig the Warrior

Skig the warrior was more of a worrier.

He didn’t want to spear deer

or pillage villages

or hoot and toot when the crew looted somewhere new.

He’d rather play Scrabble than join the rack and rabble.

Yep, Skig was in no hurry to be a warrior.

It only made him worry (and sorrier).

Bad Moods

Bad Moods wear weird shoes.

Bad Moods wear weird shoes

covered in unexpected fleecy fluff

that mean Bad Moods can creep up on you

like spiders or tigers or a daddy longlegs with silent stilts.

Bad Moods wear weird shoes

that mean Bad Moods can creep up on you

and then, when you’re alone

and a Bad Mood has slunk into that curl of muscle and bone

that is your EARHOLE,

the Bad Mood will tear off its weird shoes

and underneath is wearing ENORMOUS CLOD-HOPPERS

so it can bang around

even though only you can hear it

(you hope).

Bad Moods gobble grins for breakfast

then spit them out as mangled toads.

Bad Moods smell like bat droppings, old eggs and damp, cross dogs.

Bad Moods can’t finish even their own sentences because—

Bad Moods are just so—

Bad Moods have you in their—

Bad Moods won’t—

Bad Moods wear weird shoes

because that is what Bad Moods do.

Comet