Magi Gibson

Poet and Writer

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'Exciting and funny... Fans of Jacqueline Wilson, Cathy Cassidy and Meg Cabot will love Maggi Gibson's writing' The Guardian

Maggi has written three novels for older children. They feature the fun and feisty Sassy Wilde, eco-warrior and singer-songwriter.
She has just finished a novel set in the future, FLAME. FLAME is part of a trilogy dealing with the aftermath of climate change catastrophe.

Seriously Sassy was a finalist in the Green Book Festival Awards in the USA and the Lennoxlove Book Festival Green Book Prize.

Her agent is Caroline Walsh at the David Higham Agency.

Magi's poetry for children has appeared in many anthologies, including
I wouldn't thank you for a Valentine, Viking
Parents - Keep Out, Macmillan
Don't Panic - A Hundred Poems to Save your Life, Macmillan
Scottish Poems 2000, Macmillan.
The Thing that Mattered Most, Scottish Poetry Library
My Mum's a Punk, ASLS

She has contributed to several Scottish Poetry Library Work Packs for teachers, and devised the National Poetry Day/Bob Dylan Lesson Plans for Teachers, 2007.

Here are some poems for younger readers:

My Dad Says…

My dad says I’m a pest.
He says I’m a fusspot
I’m a whinger
I’m a pain in the neck
I’m a bottomless pit
I’m too big for my boots
I’m a thorn in his flesh.

My dad says
I’m an empty vessel
I’m an accident waiting to happen.
He says I’m a jinx and a minx
And I’m lazy and mean -
I’m a prima donna
I’m a wimp
I’m a soap opera queen.

Sometimes my dad says I’m mad.
But my mum says - I’m just like my dad!

(First published as a Poetry Day Postcard by the Scottish Poetry Library)

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Tree Poem

Can you hear the tree’s heartbeat
and the slow rustle of its imagination?

Can you hear its wriggling roots
deep in the soil beneath your feet?

Can you hear the silence fall
as it shakes the darkness from its hair?

Can you see it stretch its branches wide
as the yawning dawn opens the eye of the sky?

Can you see the tree scratch its rough trunk
and wash its face in the dew?

Can you see the tree dreaming?
Can you hear the leaves breathe?

Can you see the tree seeing you?

(First published in The Thing That Mattered Most, Scottish Poetry Library)