Janeczko, Paul B. 2014. Firefly
July: A Year of Very Short Poems. Illustrated by Melissa Sweet. Somerville:
Candlewick Press. ISBN 9780763648428
Writer, poet, and anthologist extraordinaire, Paul B. Janeczko
has put together another winning collection.
Being a kindergarten teacher, I was drawn to this book by its subject
matter and bright, playful art work. I
do a unit each year about the seasons, and I believe I can hear my bookshelf
whispering
Buy
Firefly
July
The table of contents has clear headings of Spring,
Summer, Fall, and Winter with 8-10 poems for each season to total 36 poems in
all. As the title suggests, each poem is
short, as in two to ten lines, but the poems with ten lines have fewer
words than the poem with two lines!
As you would expect from an expert like Janeczko, each word
morsel comes fortified with meaning.
The poems he has selected are from classic poets as well
as current ones. Robert Frost, Emily
Dickinson, and Langston Hughes are among the poetic mainstays. The more well known current poets include
Joyce Sidman, J. Patrick Lewis, and Alice Schertle. Some
poets like Robert Frost and Robert Morgan are considered poets for adults,
while others like Charlotte Zolotow and
X. J. Kennedy are considered children’s’ poets.
Some of the selections do not seem to be likely
candidates for a particular season, but all make you think, and the
accompanying art work helps make it feel seasonal. The spreads used to distinguish the seasons
are very subtle. I had to go back and
search for the hidden seasonal word for summer and fall. This adds to the charm of the book and gives
another excuse to look again.
“Playful” is a descriptor that keeps coming back to me,
but there is plenty of richness in the selections that would be too heavy for
youngsters but just right for adults.
For example, I don’t know too many children who would appreciate the figurative
language in Joyce Sidman’s
A Happy Meeting
Rain meets dust:
soft, cinnamon
kisses.
Quick, noisy
courtship,
then marriage: mud.
Or this by Charles Reznikoff:
The house-wreckers
have left the door and a staircase,
now leading to the
empty room of light.
The word imagery in
A welcome mat of moonlight/on the floor. Wipe your feet/before getting into bed.
is Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser at their best along with What is it the wind has lost/ that she keeps looking for/under each
leaf?. Richard Wright’s haiku is
vivid and biting: A wild winter wind /Is tearing itself to shreds/On barbed wire fences.
Beyond the seasonal nature of this book, there is plenty to enjoy
and learn. Alice Schertle wrote a lovely
poem that will introduce my next reading of Kevin Henkes’ Kitten’s First Full Moon. This
is so perfect:
In the alley, a
stray cat drinks
the round white moon
from a rain puddle.
I hope you will treat yourself to multiple helpings of
this smorgasbord of delectable delicacies.


