Posted in Poetry Competition

Covid10 Poetry Competition Winners!

Congratulations to the winners of the Covid19 Poetry competition, shortlisted by me, and judged by the wonderful Roger Stevens of PoetryZone!

As usual the standard was very high!

The three main first prizes of hardback poetry books go to:

Abhinaya Bahirathan, aged 10, for her wonderful poem The School of Emptiness, containing sighing corridors and weeping stationery. Fabulous Abhinaya!

 

The School of Emptiness

 

In the school of emptiness I can see

Stationery weeping for children to use them

The books on the shelves stare uncomfortably at the ground

 

In the school of emptiness I can hear

The loneliness of the corridors sigh sadly

The head teacher’s office looks unhappily at the door

 

In the school of emptiness I can feel

The walls crying softly for their children

The trays in the lunch hall waiting patiently for delicious food

 

In the school of emptiness I can smell

The emptiness of the playground

The vast emptiness of the assembly hall

 

In the school of emptiness I can taste

The sadness of the certificates  that have  not been given out

The unhappiness of the school closure

 

© Abhinaya Bahirathan

 

Samuel Arthur, aged 10, for his excellent Covid19 Abecedarious Poem. It is much harder than it looks to write one of these! Congratulations, Arthur.

 

Covid19 Abecedarious Poem

 

About three months ago the world changed

Because of the

Corona Virus, which has

Damaged lives, families and companies, affecting

Everyone, and restricting all of our movements.

Friends can only meet up online or on the phone. We’ll be

Glad to properly say

“Hello!”

I miss my friends and sports, it’s no

Joke though, as people are dying.

“Keep safe!” they say,

“Look after yourself and your family, and

Make the most of every moment.”

No one is safe

On this planet.

People can enjoy spending time with their family in

Quarantine without

Rushing about like normal.

So stay inside and be safe.

Take the time you have together and

Understand the dangers in this

Very scary time.

Wash your hands especially well and use

eXtra soap to get rid of the germs.

You need to keep safe in your own

Zone.

 

© Samuel Arthur

 

And lastly Jacob Nicholas, 10, with his lovely poem The Rainbow and his skilful use of rhyming – never using a forced rhyme. Well done, Jacob.

 

The Rainbow

 

School is shut and I miss my family and friends,

I am bored, I am lost, will this ever end?

“We have so much to be grateful for,”

Says my mum one sunny day.

“We live amongst beautiful countryside,

And have a garden in which to play.”

We go for a walk, to get some fresh air,

But I’m not in the mood, I don’t want to be there.

My sister is chattering and she is really annoying me,

“But you love me dearly!” she says cheekily.

The road is still and quiet. The sky is too.

There are no cars or planes. How can we go to where we want to?

There is no school, there are no day trips or holidays,

I’m just at home doing schoolwork and there is too much time to sit and laze.

We walk past my school and it stands still and empty,

When I suddenly spy a rabbit and it looks at me gently.

Our walk carries on, it shows no sign of ending,

But then I spot a rainbow sign, a message of hope it is sending.

I stop for a moment, I need to stop and think,

Is my mum really right? I look up and blink.

The sky is bright blue, the sun is shining brightly,

The flowers are in bloom and the lambs are dancing lightly.

I then turn to mum and I quietly say,

“How lucky we are to be safe and well today.”

 

© Jacob Nicholas

 

And seven second prizes go to:

Lilly Nolan, 10, with her thoughtful poem. Lovely description, ‘delirious blue’, Lilly.

 

The Small Things

 

Before all this, I could

Lay upon golden grains of sand,

Glide along the deep, delirious blue,

Climb across limpet-spread rocks.

 

Before all this, I could have

A warm, comforting hug

From my old, loving grandad.

 

Before all this, I could

Laugh with my friends, while

Swinging in the playground, while

Dawdling, waiting for the school bus –

During lockdown

The only way to see a loved one

Is on a screen.

 

Before all this,

I think I took

The small things

For granted.

 

© Lilly Nolan, 10

 

And Iestyn Preddy, 11, for these wonderful descriptive images such as ‘casting dandelion clocks’ .

 

Things I Didn’t Know I Loved

 

I didn’t know that I loved the turn of a page

Whilst sat on an uncomfortable plastic chair

Neither did I know I adore the satisfaction of disrupting nature,

Casting dandelion clocks with their parachute-like seeds,

Floating through the air.

 

I never thought I’d miss the lessons of art,

Even though I can’t make a page explode with colour,

Explode with imagination, explode with detail.

I never, ever thought I’d miss even my family,

Even though we talk all the time,

I still feel a longing.

 

I thought I would miss the weekly games of football,

But it turns out I don’t, I miss other things.

I definitely thought that I would long for a proper maths lesson,

But it turns out I don’t, I miss other things.

 

But the most important thing I miss is

 

SCHOOL

 

© Iestyn Preddy, 11

 

Summer Janssens – well done Summer, we loved this detailed description of the sounds and sights in your school life, they really brought your poem alive!

 

School Life Before Covid19

 

Listening to the scribbling sound when we do our work,

Listening to the tweeting of the birds in our playground,

Listening to the munching noise when children eat apples at break,

Listening to the lovely voice of Miss Welch when she is teaching.

Missing my school, my teachers and my friends,

Missing my school life before Covid-19.

 

Playing basketball with my friends during PE lessons,

Playing fun games with Miss Harris at Sunshine Club,

Playing Hangman with a bunch of friends at golden time,

Playing Hide and Seek without getting lost in the playground.

Missing my school, my teachers and my friends,

Missing my school life before Convid-19.

 

Looking at the sugary doughnuts afterschool in Krispy Kreme,

Looking at the beautiful butterflies fluttering in the Prayer Garden,

Looking at the colourful posters hanging in up in the corridors,

Looking at the shimmering trophies on the shelves,

Missing my school, my teachers and my friends,

Missing my school life before Covid-19.

 

© Summer Janssens, 7

 

Euan Cameron-Mitchell – excellent use of smell to conjure a place, well done.

 

Quarantine

 

I didn’t know I’d miss the warm food smells of the school canteen

and the comfy pillow like the smell of the car on a long journey.

I didn’t know I’d miss the taste of my fresh packed lunch and a

warm Waitrose chocolate chip cookie.

I didn’t know I’d miss the sound of Fizz playing with her doggy friends

and the screams of school playtime.

I didn’t know I’d miss the sight of cars flying by on a busy road

and my friends’ friendly faces.

I didn’t know I’d miss the touch of the metal chain ropes when sitting on a swing

and my grandparents’ hugs.

 

© Euan Cameron-Mitchell, 9

 

Carys Davies, 10 –  a wonderful wistfulness in this poem, Carys, and spare description such as ‘the splash on rocks at Angle’. We all know you mean the sea, it doesn’t have to be mentioned.

 

One Day

 

I didn’t know I’d miss the shouting at dinner time,

The deafening squeal of children.

I didn’t know I loved the boiling hot sand on the beaches,

Trembling across the shining gold, burning my feet.

Who knew that I’d long to sit by granny,

Chatting about my day?

I never thought I’d miss begging for ice cream,

Listening for the ringing of the ice cream van.

 

But I don’t miss the sudden shout, calling

WAKE UP!!! at seven in the morning.

And I don’t miss the many cars,

Rumbling up and down the road.

Nor do I miss the trudge around Tesco,

On a rainy afternoon.

 

Oh, one day

I will hear the splash on rocks at Angle,

I will smell a juicy burger heading my way,

I will stroke the fur of Rocky,

The new poodle.

I will taste fresh raspberries from the hedgerow,

And I will see my cousins once again…

One day.

 

© Carys Davies, 10

 

Ria Burton, 11 – very nice feeling of the freedom that is still there, waiting, in the culminating lines of this poem, Ria – ‘the gannets will keep on diving’.

 

Things I Long For

 

I didn’t know I loved the sound of lunch time bickering,

The little bits of chat catching in my ears.

I didn’t know I loved the taste of chlorine in my mouth,

Lingering long after lessons at the pool.

I never thought I’d miss the endless maths session,

The numbers speaking to me in a weird language.

I never thought I’d miss the lumbering school bus,

Its suspension always seemingly broken.

Who knew that I’d long for the ringing of the raspy bell,

Signalling the end of break?

But as I long to set eyes upon my friends,

I know the clouds will blow past

The gannets will keep on diving

and we’ll have these moments again.

 

© Ria Burton, 11

 

Arthur Davies – great close attention to the detail of a school day in your poem, Arthur – ‘The clunking of chairs and tables colliding’. Something we don’t really notice, let alone as something to be missed!

 

Things I Didn’t Know I Loved

 

I didn’t know I loved looking for a café in a small country town,

The comforting texture of fish and chips.

I didn’t know I’d miss the sound of pastries at dinner time,

And the cheering sound of lunchboxes opening.

I never thought I’d miss the annoying talking at the back of the class,

The clunking of chairs and tables colliding.

I didn’t know I loved sitting on benches,

with sparrows chirping in my ear.

I never knew I loved sitting on Granny’s old, patched couch,

With Pixie laying on my knee.

Although I miss hugging Granny,

I know that the benches will stay

And so will the fish and chips.

One day we will have them

Once again.

 

© Arthur Davies, 11

 

Huge congratulations to all our winners! Your books should soon be on their way.

Posted in Radio Blogging

A Poem a Day During Lockdown, and RadioBlogging

Moments like the one above don’t come along very frequently – the first time Lola smelled a rose – she seemed to like it! Today I was on RadioBlogging.net, and I read the poem below, all about fleeting moments, moments that are special and wonderful for a number of reasons, but which you cannot keep, bottle, retain… except in memory. And possibly, sometimes, if you are lucky, in a photo! I’m at 18:20 on the link if you only want to hear me reading the poem below, with an interview a little while afterwards.

If you haven’t come across Radioblogging.net then would encourage you to listen to the link above in its entirety – a wonderful daily show (from 9:30 am) full of interactive activities to keep everyone busy and engaged, with Pie CorbettDeputy MitchellIan Rockey and Russell Prue. It’s aimed at families and schools, it’s interactive, and children’s writing can be published during and after the show. It’s brilliant!

Here’s the poem – to be published in a new book coming out next year by Otter-Barry:

 

Things You Cannot Keep

 

The softness of the lemon in a primrose

the nodding of a bluebell from a bee

the silence in the gaps of a bird’s song

the library of the creatures in a tree

the plumping of a plum in the sunshine

the crazy path an ant left in the grass

the warmth of a hug and its safety –

the moment when the sky darks for the stars.

 

© Liz Brownlee

 

You could write your own poem about things you cannot keep – there were some great suggestions on the radioblogging show, such as Hannah’s line, ‘your breath on a winter’s morning’, Onora’s line, ‘the shine of a rainbow in a the sky’, Lydia’s line ‘the white-pink blossom from an apple tree’, and Coco’s, ‘the crackle of rice krispies on my tongue’!

Don’t forget you can send me poems you have written, and maybe you’ll see them on this blog!

 

Posted in A Rainbow of Poems, Poetry Book Parade

If I Were Other Than Myself, by Sue Hardy-Dawson

Oh, Sue Hardy-Dawson. I was waiting for another book from Sue, and it arrived through the post a little while ago – but I didn’t want to post a review until I had read it all, and really, it takes a while to read and notice all the details, the metaphor, the wordplay, the delicious words, the beauty within Sue’s poems.

And to make the perfection whole – Sue’s own illustrations – which of course exactly complement the poems.

This book has everything you could possibly want from a poetry book and lot of more besides, which you could never dream of wanting, because Sue’s imagination is rich and wild and free and unique.

Order it now and step into Sue’s world – you won’t regret it. Here is a small sample. If I Were Other Than Myself, Troika, Sue Hardy-Dawson.

Funny poems a day resuming soon – I fell over and hurt myself and have taken a few days to rest! All fine, now!

Posted in Favourite Children's Poetry

Lorraine Mariner: Favourite Poetry Books

Lorraine Mariner is Number 21 in my series where I ask a well-known poet, or lover of children’s poetry, to choose some of their favourite poetry books. Lorraine is an Assistant Librarian at the National Poetry Library, Southbank, working among one of the most comprehensive children’s poetry collections I have seen. Yes, I am a little jealous. She has published two poetry collections for adults with Picador, Furniture (2009), and There Will Be No More Nonsense (2014), and has a pamphlet, Anchorage, forthcoming this year with Grey Suit Editions. She has children’s poems in Dragons of the Prime, an anthology of dinosaur poems from The Emma Press (2019) and Midnight Feasts an anthology of food poems edited by A. F. Harrold, Bloomsbury (2019), and had a poem shortlisted in the excellent 2019 YorkMix Children’s Poetry Competition.

Enid Blyton’s Treasury of Verse (Purnell, 1979)

When I spotted this on the shelves of the National Poetry Library and saw the field mice on the cover my heart leapt with joy. I had this book as a child and loved it. Enid Blyton just has the ability to write stuff for kids that’s addictive.

Plum Pudding : Stories, Rhymes and Fun for the Very Young by Margaret Mayo (Orchard Books, 2000)

We regularly use rhymes from this book at our under-5s session at the National Poetry Library, you can’t go wrong with them. “Splishy-Sploshy Wet Day” always cheers me up on a rainy day.

The Noisy Classroom by Ieva Flamingo (The Emma Press Children’s Books, 2017)

The Emma Press is doing great work translating the best European children’s poets into English. This book was a revelation to me in my own writing for children; here is poet really writing for kids in the digital age about the loneliness and pressures being constantly connected can bring.

The Bubble Wrap and Other Poems by Dean Parkin (Smith/Doorstop, 2017)

I had no idea my friend Dean Parkin could draw until he published this book. Funny and touching poems from “Granddad in Goal” to the magic of Spagnets.

National Geographic Book of Animal Poetry edited by J. Patrick Lewis (National Geographic, 2012)

I’ve bought this book for many of the children in my life. Beautiful photographs and stellar poems from classic and contemporary poets make this a total winner.

Poems from a Green & Blue Planet edited by Sabrina Mahfouz (Hodder Children’s Books, 2019)

And this is a new anthology I’m now buying for all the children in my life. Again, a wonderful mix of classic and newly commissioned poems celebrating the natural world.

Is that the New Moon? : Poems by Women Poets collected by Wendy Cope (Lions Teen Tracks : 1989)

Aimed at teenagers, I actually read this anthology in my early twenties and it introduced me to the women poets who have come to mean so much to me. Looking through it again I see that many of the poems have stayed with me and are among my favourites.

Tell Me the Truth About Life : a National Poetry Day Anthology : 100 Poems That Matter (Michael O’Mara, 2019)

And this is another great anthology for getting to know poets and poems. Lovingly curated by Cerys Matthews it features poems nominated by Britain’s poetry readers (some quite famous ones) and includes a poem of mine.

Lorraine Mariner

Posted in Favourite Children's Poetry

Paul Cookson: Favourite Poetry Books

Paul Cookson has visited around 4000 schools, libraries, festivals, front rooms, written and edited over 60 titles – including the best selling The Works  – and has sold over a million books. He is a National Poetry Day Ambassador. Everton Football Club commissioned a poem for their season ticket campaign and the Everton Home poem which can be found online; it has been played on the big screens at Goodison Park. His collection  The Very Best Of  (Macmillan) contains many of his signature poems. His new collection for younger children, There’s a Crocodile in the House is reviewed here. Paul’s website is here and his Twitter here.

THE MERSEY SOUND – ROGER McGOUGH, BRIAN PATTEN & ADRIAN HENRI

Like many of my generation ( yes, I am that old ! ), this was the first book to switch my poetry light on. Poems that didn’t look like the poems we had to read at school, poems that were funny and ordinary – in short poems that made us think we could do it too. Roger McGough has always been one of my very favourite poets – whether for children or adults – and these days I still look forward to any brand new releases. This is where it all started. Just wonderful.

THE LUCKIEST GUY ALIVE – JOHN COOPER CLARKE

Even though this is a recent publication I’m going to put this next as chronologically John was the first poet I ever saw perform live – supporting Be Bop Deluxe at Preston Guildhall. I’ve loved his work and style ever since. If Roger was the first poet to make me want to write poems then John was the first poet who made me want to perform them. And I think his work is now stronger than ever. Not for kids – but brilliant!

NICE AND NASTY – STEVE TURNER

This was a large format collection of poems. I lent my copy to a French girl and she never returned it … so I don’t have the original anymore. But I remember the simplicity, fun and wordplay – and have followed Steve ever since. Short poems are fun / you can tell at a glance / whether you like them or not.

UP THE BOO AYE SHOOTING POOKAKIES – MIKE HARDING

 Always a fan of Lancashire folk singer and comedian I bought this collection and “The Singing Street” from his mailing list. “Up The Boo Aye …” was a sumptuously presented colour collection of mad children’s poems! So much fun. “The Singing Street” was black and white , illustrated, with poems about childhood and growing up. Both had a profound and inspirational effect on me over the years. His poems for adults are stunning too.

FALLING UP – SHEL SIVERSTEIN

I love the look of these books – they are spacious where the poems and pictures have time to breathe. I hate cluttered books. There is fun a plenty – crazy rhymes and wordplay and stuff that just makes me smile. I could have picked any one of his books but this is a cracker.

COLLECTED POEMS – GARETH OWEN

Salford Road, Den To Let … and more. Poems I wish I’d written! I love the wry humour and conversational tone that Gareth infuses into his poetry. There is warmth and nostalgia, humour and pathos. Everyone should have this collection – it is that good. And our love of Everton ( and poetry ) made us friends – mostly Everton though!

THE RAIN IN PORTUGAL – BILLY COLLINS

A few years ago I went to the Festival Hall – mainly to see Roger McGough – but Billy Collins was there too. And I loved his work there and then. Somewhat ordinary and understated there is a profundity lurking that catches you unawares. He captures moments majestically and magically. Simple, straightforward, yet with hidden depths – poetry we can understand.

THE VERY BEST OF PAUL COOKSON

I’m tempted to go for my latest collection – “There’s a Crocodile In The House” ( your latest is always a favourite ) – but I’m going to go for my VERY BEST OF because of the range of poems therein. As a performer who like to make audiences laugh you can get stereotyped as “that funny poet” ( and I love that, I really do! And I think funny poems are very much under rated – often by people who can’t write funny poems to be honest! ). But this collection has a real variety of styles, genres, subjects and emotions and poems that I’m really proud of. If you want laughs and joining in – well, go for “Crocodile”!!

Paul Cookson

Book Review: The Magic of Mums, Justin Coe

The Magic of Mums, Justin Coe, Illustrator Steve Wells, Pub. Otter-Barry.

Mums to admire, mums to entrance, mums who fuss and some football-mum chants – every type of mum, even a dad who’s a part-time mum, is within these poems from Justin Coe.

This lovely book is the partner to his popular Dictionary of Dads, published by Otter-Barry in 2017.

Children will enjoy finding the poetry version of their own mum in these pages, and schools will certainly never be without a great poem for Mothers’ Day – there’s a good range of styles, personalities and aspects of motherhood covered!

Recommended. Here’s a taster:

 

Itchy Mum

 

Mum gave me fun and gave me laughter.

She gave me all the things I asked for,

tasty sweets

and trips and treats.

I gave her… nits for Christmas.

 

When I felt scared she helped me flourish,

when I was ill she gave me courage.

When I had troubles

she gave me cuddles.

I gave her nits for Christmas.

 

So  while she gave without a limit,

her heart and everything within it,

I brought the louse

into the house.

I gave her nits for Christmas.

 

The advice she gave she gave with love.

I gave her lice that sucked her blood,

eggs that hatched

and made her scratch.

I gave her nits for Christmas.

 

There were other gifts. I gave her germs

and once I gave her bottom worms.

She thanked me – not,

but to top the lot,

I gave her nits. FOR CHRISTMAS.

 

© Justin Coe

 

 

 

 

Review: Bright Bursts of Colour, Matt Goodfellow

Bright Bursts of Colour, Matt Goodfellow, Illustrated by Aleksei Bitskoff, pub. Bloomsbury.

I knew I’d love this book, having seen a few sneak peeks, and I did. I didn’t want to start reading because then I knew I’d get to the end and would regret not being able to read it for the first time again. 

Matt has provided a book with bright bursts of his ability to illustrate the essential with the everyday, his sense of humour with the absurd and poignancy with poems that contain a planet-full of empathy.

Many moods, many colours, many laughs – everything you could possibly want in a poetry book, in a range of styles. I enjoyed every single poem. This book is very much recommended. I insist you buy it right now.

Two poems to illustrate Matt’s range below – one that made me laugh, and one that made me cry!

 

A Special Badger

 

I’m a special kind of badger

in a special badger den

writing special badger poems

with my special badger pen

learning special badger lessons

in a special badger school

earning special badger kudos

for my special badger cool

wearing special badger badges

saying badgers are the best

passing special badger interviews

and special badger tests

drinking special badger coffee

from a special badger mug

but my special badger problem:

 

I am actually a slug

© Matt Goodfellow

 

Strest

 

Charlie never cries

 

not even

when he came down the slide

too fast in Year 5

and broke his wrist.

Miss couldn’t believe it;

he even smiled and waved

to our class across the playground

when Mr Smith drove him off

to hospital.

 

Charlie never cries

 

not even

when his gran died –

he was back in school

the next day

said he was fine,

he’d survive –

but you could see it

in the shadows

of his eyes.

 

Charlie never cries

 

but when it was time

for the reading paper

we’d

revised

revised

revised

for,

Charlie sighed

flicked through the pages

for ages

put his pen down.

Miss appeared at his side

saying try your best, Charlie

it’s just a test, Charlie

and he looked over at me

and I swear I could see

right inside his mind

and it was dark

and he was hiding

shoulders shaking

and he knew

he couldn’t do

what they wanted

him to do

however hard he tried.

 

And I’ll never forget

the day of the test,

 

the day

Charlie

cried.

 

© Matt Goodfellow

Charles Ghigna’s Dear Poet

Dear Poet, Notes to a Young Writer by Charles Ghigna – a Poetic Journey into the Creative Process for Readers, Writers, Artists & Dreamers popped through my letterbox just before National Poetry Day/Week.

The book takes the form of short numbered poems on all aspects of writing poetry – set out on a double page spread, the left-hand side the number title, the right-hand side, the poem. I love the feeling of light and space this gives for each poem to breathe inside your head. Here is one of my favourites:

 

1V

 

When in need

of the poem,

go write it.

 

But do not think

you are

needed.

 

There is no

need

for the poet.

 

There is only

need

for the poem.

 

© Charles Ghigna

 

I love this. The poet as an observer, recorder, describer. What you feel, see, understand, remember will be personal to you, the reader. There are many such observations throughout the book, the sum of a life well-lived in poetry. Recommended!

More information can be read in the spotlight on Charles Ghigna, here. His website is here.

Posted in National Poetry Day 2019

National Poetry Week – Truth Poem by Matt Goodfellow

Matt Goodfellow (links to What Poetry Offers in the Classroom) is a poet and National Poetry Day Ambassador. His most recent collections are The Same Inside (Macmillan 2018), written with Liz Brownlee (me!) and Roger Stevens, and his solo collection, Chicken on the Roof  illustrated by Hanna Asen (Otter Barry 2018). He visits schools, libraries and festivals to deliver high-energy, fun-filled poetry performances and workshops. His new book, Be the Change, Poems to Help you Save the World, written with Roger Stevens and Liz Brownlee (me, again!), is out now. Matt’s website is here.

 

Walk

the mown path
through the park
sparkles with dew
which stains the tips
of these too-tight shoes
and way way up
in the stillness
of the blue
passengers
sip cardboard teas
suck boiled sweets
lean back in their seats
and know nothing
of me
down here
on my last walk
to school
© Matt Goodfellow
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Thanks for this lovely poem, Matt.
Posted in A to Z Challenge 2019

#AtoZ Challenge; Y is for Bernard Young

Bernard Young is an experienced professional poet and performer who leads writing workshops for children and adults. Bernard’s poems have been broadcast on local and national radio and feature in numerous anthologies of poetry for young readers. His speciality is primary school age. Here is a link to his new book, What are you Like? And here is a link to his website.

And here is lovely poem Bernard sent for the Poetry Feast:

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Best Friends

 

Would a best friend

Eat your last sweet

Talk about you behind your back

Have a party and not ask you?

 

Mine did.

 

Would a best friend

Borrow your bike without telling you

Deliberately forget your birthday

Avoid you whenever possible?

 

Mine did.

 

Would a best friend

Turn up on your bike

Give you a whole packet of your favourite sweets

Look you in the eye?

 

Mine did.

 

Would a best friend say

Sorry I talked about you behind your back

Sorry I had a party and didn’t invite you

Sorry I deliberately forgot your birthday

– I thought you’d fallen out with me?

 

Mine did.

 

And would a best friend say, simply,

Never mind

That’s OK?

 

I did

.

© Bernard Young

 

If you would like to blog hop to the next AtoZ Challenge, please follow this link.

Children’s Poets’ Climate Change Blog: Be the Change

Liz’s Blog: Liz Brownlee Poet

Liz’s Twitter: https://twitter.com/Lizpoet

KidsPoets4Climate Twitter: https://twitter.com/poets4climate

Children’s Poetry Summit Twitter: https://twitter.com/kidspoetsummit

Posted in Poet's Piece

Starting with Firsts, by Cheryl Moskowitz

Cheryl Moskowitz writes for adults and children. She loves going in to schools to get pupils, teachers and parents writing their own poems – a film of her poetry residency at Highfield Primary School is wonderful viewing on her website. Her popular collection of poems about home, school and everything in between, Can It Be About Me?, illustrated by Ros Asquith, is published by Janetta Otter-Barry Books. Her website is here.

Here is a wonderful piece by Cheryl about poetic inspiration.

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Starting with Firsts

 

Remember all your firsts? Of course you do. First taste of a mushroom, first sight of snow, first pet dying, first hold of a new born baby, first poem you ever wrote? Maybe you don’t remember these things exactly, but there is something about the first time we do or experience anything that goes inside us and stays there, not just as a memory but as a feeling, a sense, a quality, a je ne sais quois. That is because our first encounter with people, things, places and experiences is usually more heightened than similar ones that come after.  These internalised moments, these ‘firsts’ let’s call them, are what shape us from the very moment we’re born and keep on shaping us – they are also what make up the well that poets draw from when writing their poetry.

Life deals its fair share of firsts, some will be awe-inspiring (the first time we see a rainbow) some wonderful (the first time you win a prize) and some desperately sad and difficult (the first time you have to move away from a home, a school or a country that you love). In truth, almost every day, each of us will experience at least one new thing we have never experienced before. Even if it is only the fact of being one day older than the day before.

Not every first experience will inspire a poem but the ones that really matter, might. I would encourage any budding poet to take note of those moments as they happen. Write down what you notice, and how it makes you feel, even if the feelings are a little bit sad. I love this poem by the Canadian poet Alden Nowlan, in which a father expresses his pride at how his son has managed his first real experience of loss by writing a poem.

 

JOHNNY’S POEM

 

Look! I’ve written a poem!

Johnny says

and hands it to me

and it’s about

his grandfather dying

last summer, and me

in the hospital

and I want to cry,

don’t you see, because it doesn’t matter

if it’s not very good:

what matters is he knows

and it was me, his father, who told him

you write poems about what

you feel deepest and hardest.

 

© Alden Nowlan

 

Article © Cheryl Mokowitz

 

Posted in Poet's Piece

Chrissie Gittins asks, Are Children Ever Too Young for Poetry?

Chrissie Gittins is an award-winning poetry writer for children and adults, and also writes short stories and plays. Her poems have been widely anthologised and animated for Poetry Pie and CBeebies on TV. Not only has she been visiting schools as a poet for over 20 years, she has written 5 children’s poetry collections. Now You See Me, Now You…, illustrated by Gunnlavg Moen, and I Don’t Want an Avocado, illustrated by Kev Adamson, were shortlisted for the CLPE Poetry Award. Her latest book is Adder, Bluebell, Lobster, illustrated by Paul Bommer. Her website is here.

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Are Children Ever Too Young For Poetry?

 

I live next door to twins – Billie and Milo. When they were three years old I discovered that Billie called her dollies Baby Door and Baby Floor. This begged for a poem. I wrote ‘Billie’s Dollies’ and took a copy next door to show her. The family had visitors and I was asked to read/perform the poem to them all. There was much laughter.

Milo also wanted a poem. He is mad about leaf blowers and asked if I would write a poem about a leaf blower, which I did. Their parents framed both poems and hung them on the wall in their bedroom. Just before they got into bed they would say the poems together. Before they could read them they would run their fingers along the lines as they remembered them. They enjoyed the rhymes and could pick out their names and recognise repeated words. After their parents left the room they would say the lines to each other.

I’m so pleased that I contributed in a small way to the twins learning to read, and to their enjoyment of poetry.

‘Milo the Leaf Blower’ will appear in the anthology ‘Poems Out Loud’ published by Penguin in September 2019.

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Billie’s Dollies

 

Billie has two dollies,

Each dolly has a name,

One dolly is called Baby Door,

The other one’s called Baby Floor.

 

Billie throws Baby Floor to the ceiling,

Then she pushes Baby Door to the wall,

They all look out of the window,

Then Billie shouts ‘More! More! More!’

 

They all go into the garden,

Where the dollies are planted in soil,

Soon the two beautiful dollies,

Become Four! Four! Four!

 

© Chrissie Gittins

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Milo The Leaf Blower

 

Milo is a Leaf Blower,

He blows every single leaf,

They spin and twirl and hit the ground –

He catches three leaves in his teeth.

 

The golden leaves lie in a pile,

They cover Milo’s nose,

No matter how much Milo blows –

They pile up on his toes.

 

Milo blows and blows the leaves,

The orange and the red,

But if the wind blows North to West –

They pile up on his head!

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© Chrissie Gittins