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April is National Poetry Month….

Did you know that April is National Poetry month?

National Poetry Month is celebrating its 30th anniversary this year.

This annual celebration of poetry originated in the USA in 1996 as a way to increase awareness and appreciation of poetry. Two years later the celebrations spread to Canada and its popularity continues to grow. (The UK celebrates Poetry Day in October so we’ve still to get on board with this celebration.)

Something many of you might not realise is that I was published as a poet several years before I made my debut as an author. Poetry has always been close to my heart.

English class was along time ago but three poems from those high school days have stuck with me over the years: –

The Coming of the Wee Malkies by Stephen Mulrine

In The Snack Bar by Edwin Morgan

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death by WB Yeats

(Feel free to Google them once you’ve finished reading this.)

When my son was little, he attended a speech and drama group through his nursery class where he had to learn various poems. Memories of two of those continue to make me smile: –

Thank You, Dad, For Everything by Doug MacLeod

Daddy Fell into The Pond by Alfred Noyes

Over the years I have shared many of own my own poems on my blog. I love to write acrostic poems where the first letter of each line reads downwards to spell a word. There are several of those in my poetry anthology, Beginnings, that I published a couple of years ago.

A bit like journalling, I use poetry to express my unspoken emotions. It can be an amazing emotional release!

I firmly believe that anyone can write poetry. So, my challenge to you, as part of National Poetry Month, is to write a short poem and to share it in the comments below. I’ll never ask anyone to do something that I am not prepared to do myself so here’s mine.

Pick a theme or a word.

Ordinary items will do.

Explore its meaning to you.

Test your abilities.

Relax and enjoy writing it down.

You might surprise yourself.

For those of you who have not yet found my poetry anthology, here’s the link-

Beginnings – a collection of poems – Kindle edition by McCallum, Coral. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

Beginnings – a collection of poems eBook : McCallum, Coral: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store

(image sourced via Google- credits to the owner)

Grown (poem)

Tiny fingers and tiny toes

It doesn’t seem so long ago….

Now I look at you and smile

Proud of how you’ve grown

But in my heart, you still have

Those tiny fingers and tiny toes

(Image sourced via Google – credits to the owner)

Suitcase (poem)

Round and round

Where did mine go?

Majority black

Going oh so slow!

Round and round

Where did mine go?

There it is!

Bright yellow!

Journal – an acrostic poem

Jotting down thoughts

One thought at a time

Using the words as therapy

Relating the tale helps

Nothing to hide

Always honest

Love how the words reveal the truths the eyes don’t see

The Scent of Summer (poem)

If I could bottle the scent of summer

It would start with the smell of the ocean

The saltiness dancing in the early morning air.

If I could bottle the scent of summer

It would be the smell of sunscreen tinged with sand,

A gritty coconut aroma.

If I could bottle the scent of summer

It would be the tantalising smell of pizza

With a whiff of a side of fries.

If I could bottle the scent of summer

It would be smores and ice cream

With a lingering hint of BBQ long since devoured.

At The End Of The Day (poetry blog)

At the end of the day

As I watch the sun sink lower in the sky

I sigh…

It’s a weary sigh.

At the end of the day

As the sun’s warmth fades away

I sigh…

It’s a weary sigh.

At the end of the day

As the shadows lengthen around me

I sigh…

It’s a weary sigh.

At the end of the day

As night wraps around me like a cloak

I sigh…

It’s a weary sigh.

At the end of the day

As I watch the moonrise in clear night sky

I sigh…

It’s a weary sigh

At the end of the day

As I settle down to sleep til dawn

I sigh…

It’s a weary sigh.

Tomorrow’s always another day…