Bøker av Sandy Kealty

The Mermaid Rides Again is full of lyrical and funny poems, honed from years of performance and inspired by an adventurous life.Following the success of her first poetry volume, 'The Mermaid is Unimpressed', this second volume is filled with poems covering the thrills of riding pillion on motorbikes to embarrassing entanglements with past lovers, including such topics as the joy of cake to the perils of leaving granny by the cliff edge.With a wry wit, sarcastic and tender, Sandy Kealty guides the reader with a narrative on the grit that formed the pearl of each poem. She writes in free verse, and sometimes in rhyme but always with an ear to be performed aloud, from her experience as a musician and in performing her poems to live audiences.A wise and intelligent poet, reflecting back on life, while analysing the state of the nation. With fantastic vocabulary and just the right word in the right place, she writes tight and punchy poems, that are also reflective and witty, formed from personal experience on her life that will also resonate with many.Poems to read aloud, poems to perform, poems to heal, poems as a gift, poems for mum, poems for a daughter, poems to make you smile, poems to make you laugh, poems for women, poems for men. Read them at home, on the train or out loud in a park!For more information see the publisher website: www.beachybooks.com

A personal, witty, humorous and reflective poetry collection, including poems inspired by a lifetime of adventure. Some poems are short and sweet, others more reflective. They cover themes from ageing, retirement and grief to the delights of her grandmother's hat, gardening, mermaids and Nordic walking sticks. Sandy Kealty is a poet, musician and performer. She writes poems in a direct, free-verse style, and this is her first published collection of poetry.From the author:'They told me to write about the things that I know, so that is what I have done. In this book, I celebrate and reflect upon my own experiences and the people and places intimately connected to this lifelong voyage of discovery. Because I also came across pure imagination on the way, there may be some pieces of work where, however hard you try, you will recognise no person, living or departed, nor place identifiable on a satnav. However there will probably be elements that, should we be acquainted, will remind you of me.'