Book Review: Magic in the Backyard by Kellie Elmore

MagicintheBackyard Flat Revision 3I cannot remember how I came across Kellie Elmore, a writer who expresses her emotions and experiences in poetic imagery. The words I read on her blog enticed me to log onto and purchase her first poetry collection Magic in the Backyard.

On receiving my copy, I took it with me to read while my children were at their swimming lessons. I began reading and thought “Wow!”, “This is beautiful.”, “I love this description.”, “No, this is better.” I devoured this collection in one sitting as I would a bar of Swiss chocolate: savouring each phrase, each expressed emotion that awoke the forgotten emotions and expressions slumbering in my mind. I have read the poems again and see in my mind’s eye the Kellie within these words as she describes the place in which she grew up, and the people that she loved.

I would recommend this collection to any reader who enjoys reading poetry that creates images in your mind. Her skill in creating images is exquisite and encourages one to turn the page and read another.

Do you enjoy reading poetry?

© Colline Kook-Chun, 2013


20 thoughts on “Book Review: Magic in the Backyard by Kellie Elmore

  1. THX for the recommendation. I think you’ll like Jo Harjo.

    Perhaps the World Ends Here
    The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.

    The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.

    We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.

    It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.

    At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.

    Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our children. They laugh with us at our poor falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back together once again at the table.

    This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun.

    Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate the terrible victory.

    We have given birth on this table, and have prepared our parents for burial here.

    At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks.

    Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.


  2. I came across Kellie through her free write Fridays. Although I haven’t read the book (which sounds exquisite), I do enjoy reading what she posts on her blog. I think she has a novella coming out soon; I imagine she will write prose with the same magic.


    1. I have wanted to do this book review for such a long time Kellie and finally put my thoughts down on paper. I love your poetry and will continue to support you 🙂


Share what you think

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.