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Calling all animal-loving poets aged 3 – 18

May 20, 2017

Have you ever written a poem about an animal? If not, perhaps now is the time to give it a go. If you like writing poems about animals, birds or fish – any creatures, large or small; any kind of poems – funny or serious – then click here. It will lead you The Poetry Zone and details of a poetry writing competition and the chance to win a copy of Sue Hardy-Dawson‘s new collection of animal poems Where Zebras Go.

Poem entries must be your own work and the competition deadline is 1st September 2017. That means you have from now through the whole of the summer holidays to work on your very best animal poem. Give it a go!

Wishing all Readers a very Happy Easter & Springtime

April 13, 2017

baby blackbird + verse

As you see, I’ve been out and about with my camera. Looking for pictures makes me look more closely at the world around me and often inspires at least a line or two …

Don’t Get Left Behind

March 25, 2017

… when the clocks go forward from Greenwich Mean Time to British Summer Time.

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The clocks are going forward;
they spring an hour ahead.
That makes it sixty minutes sooner
leaping out of bed.

But when our workday’s over,
we have one whole hour more
of daylight. (And of sunshine?
That’s what I’m hoping for!)

The clocks are going forward;
days will seem a little longer,
the mornings briefly darker;
let’s hope the sun grows stronger.

Then, once the summer’s over,
the clocks will all go back;
I rather wish they wouldn’t change,
it’s tricky keeping track.

poem and illustration © Celia Warren 2017

First Month of Spring

March 3, 2017

… and a brand new poem to welcome it in!

© Celia Warren 2017

March

Third month of the year, and a windy one, too,
New lambs learn to baa, and calves to moo.
It blows away Winter and wafts in Spring,
Welcoming birdsong, shrill on the wing.

Birthstones: the bloodstone and aquamarine,
When young winter wheat turns brown to green.
Named after Mars, Roman god of war;
If you lust after sunlight, you’ll find there is more.

March is the month that seems to bring hope,
Out come the bicycle, skateboard and rope;
Away go jigsaws and console games:
Outdoors is the place to be, March claims.

© Celia Warren 2017

Don’t Pine Away on St. Valentine’s Day

February 14, 2017

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It doesn’t matter if the postie doesn’t call,
you can always chalk a heart on an old brick wall,

add your initials and another funny pair –
ZX for example – as if you care.

Then, while your friends are wondering
who on earth it is you like,

draw an arrow through your chalky heart
and ride off on your bike.

The rain will wash the chalk away
as quickly as you drew it

and all will soon forget about today
Go on – just do it!

“Tomorrow is another day” –
that saying still rings true

and far away in years to come
your love will wait for you.

© Celia Warren 2017

Don’t forget to explore the Time to Love section in the anthology A Time to Speak and A Time to Listen. There you will find love poems by Wendy Cope, Jenny Joseph, Shakespeare and Basho.

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Ten Ways to Diffuse the January Blues

January 27, 2017

Learn a new skill, say, French knitting or origami.
Play hide-and-seek till it drives you barmy!

Teach yourself to count in German, Hindi or Spanish.
Master some conjuring tricks and make things vanish.

Try writing your name with three taped-together pens.
Ask folks to tell you jokes and try them out on friends.

Make puppets from old socks and put on a play.
Draw six things beginning with K.

Paint a pebble, a stone or a cork.
Find five different leaves when you’re out for a walk.

Then, if you’re still bored, think up yet more ways
To diffuse the blues of February days

© Celia Warren 2017

You might write two ideas in two lines that end in a rhyme  – that’s a rhyming couplet.
Then you’ll have written a short poem!

Feliz 2017 – Happy New Year!

January 1, 2017

 

 

copyright Celia Warren 2017

Midnight – New Year’s Day:
exploding fiery globes
in all directions.

Three-sixty degrees:
everywhere we look we see
scintillating light.

Six cruise ships counted
in Funchal harbour: each one
keeps sounding its horn.

We sip sparkling wine
and gaze on the city lights
that spread up the hill:

Funchal, Madeira!
The first day of a new year;
I am rich with hope.

© Celia Warren 2017

Wishing a Happy New Year to all my readers. Or – in Portuguese – Feliz 2017!