Poetry Tuesdays: The Children’s Panel

Little girl in a garden

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Greetings and welcome to Poetry Tuesdays. Don’t worry, I won’t impose my own deformed haikus or mangled iambic pentameter on you. I’m going to hand you over to a guest who’s much more experienced and eloquent than myself.

Her name is Maureen Cullen, she’s a fine poet and an old writing group pal of mine. Last week and this, I’ve featured Maureen’s poetry on the run up to a reading taking place soon – details below.

One small note: Maureen’s beautiful words are written in Scots dialect and there may be some you’re unfamiliar with. My advice is go with it – it’s gorgeous, lyrical stuff and you’ll get the gist, never fear.

Now, here’s Maureen.

These are two poems from work in progress about my protagonist, Maisie, who is a child in foster care who is subsequently adopted and then, as a young adult becomes interested in her roots. The poems follow her as she grows. 16 other poems from the collection have recently been published as part of Primers, Volume One, a collaboration between The Poetry School and Nine Arches Press, featuring myself and three other poets, Geraldine Clarkson, Katie Griffiths and Lucy Ingrams. We will be reading from the book at The Albion Beatnik Bookstore in Oxford on 11th July . If you are in the area we would love to see you.

The book can be purchased at:http://ninearchespress.com/shop.html#!/Poetry-Books/c/8486213/offset=0&sort=addedTimeDesc


 

 

The

            Children’s

                                    Panel

 

hunker ower

ma papers,

two baldy heids an wan

 

wi loops

like her curlers ur still in.

 

The mockit auld men

whisper tae Her,

the Lady Chair

 

whose pointy pink ears

twitch

tae the scratch

o her claws on the table.

 

Ah count tae ten,

an back again,

get tae three, afore the

phud

 

o Chair Lady’s

full stop.

Poetry Tuesday: Leaving Annalise

Little girl in a garden

Image : Pixabay

Greetings and welcome to Poetry Tuesdays. Don’t worry, I won’t impose my own deformed haikus or mangled iambic pentameter on you. I’m going to hand you over to a guest who’s much more experienced and eloquent than myself.

Her name is Maureen Cullen, she’s a fine poet and an old writing group pal of mine. This week and next, I’ll be featuring Maureen’s poetry on the run up to a reading taking place soon – details below.

One small note: Maureen’s beautiful words are written in Scots dialect and there may be some you’re unfamiliar with. My advice is go with it – it’s gorgeous, lyrical stuff and you’ll get the gist, never fear.

Now, here’s Maureen.

These are two poems from work in progress about my protagonist, Maisie, who is a child in foster care who is subsequently adopted and then, as a young adult becomes interested in her roots. The poems follow her as she grows. 16 other poems from the collection have recently been published as part of Primers, Volume One, a collaboration between The Poetry School and Nine Arches Press, featuring myself and three other poets, Geraldine Clarkson, Katie Griffiths and Lucy Ingrams. We will be reading from the book at The Albion Beatnik Bookstore in Oxford on 11th July . If you are in the area we would love to see you.

The book can be purchased at:http://ninearchespress.com/shop.html#!/Poetry-Books/c/8486213/offset=0&sort=addedTimeDesc


 

Leaving Annalise

The day ah’ve no tae greet or stomp

or squeal or huff

or pull at Sammy’s tail.

Mammy Annalise says we must be mice,

so we whisper, point, tiptoe an zip-it.

Ah hope firever’s jist a wee short while

cause ah’ll miss ma pals

an Missus Gordon

an even Sammy. Who’ll braid ma plaits,

make ma tum a bowl o cream,

tuck ma mittens in ma pocket?

Who’ll smell like wine gums aw day long,

an sing ma sums fir me tae learn? Whit aboot

ma snuggle place on Mammy’s knee?

Who’ll change ma sheet when it gets soaked?

Who’ll sprinkle talc on ma sore bum?

Poetry: Primers Volume One

printing blocks

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Now, I’m not one for blowing my own trumpet – I’m not even sure I have a trumpet to blow, to be honest – but I can recognise a fine musical instrument in others, if you know what I mean.

A few years ago, I enrolled in a creative writing course, chiefly as after completing a first draft of a novel, I realised I wasn’t actually very good at writing and if I was to suceed in becoming an author I needed to get a damn sight better at it – quickly.

As it was a distance learning course (thank you, Open University!) there were several online forums associated with it and through one of these I was introduced to a fantastically talented and enthusiastic group of fiction writers and poets. Together we decided to to write a charity anthology and with a lot of hard work and not a little chutzpah (especially on behalf of the member who managed to get a forward written by Downton Abbey creator, Julian Fellowes) Still Me was picked up by an indie publisher and has since gone on to raise a nice chunk of cash for the Alzheimers Society.

Why do I mention this?

Well, among the fantastic group of writers was the very talented poet and author

Maureen Cullen. 

I’m absolutely delighted to anounce that after a nationwide search for new talent, Maureen’s work will be published on the 14th April by Nine Arches Press in Primers Volume One.

Lightly comic, tragic, beautiful, and with a strong Scots lilt, Maureen’s poetry never ceases to dazzle me, and as she doesn’t have a social media platform of her own, I thought I’d stand on my WordPress rooftop and blow her trumpet for her.

And if you’re anywhere near Much Wenlock on 24th April, Maureen and the other talents featured in Primers Volume One will be reading at the Wenlock Poetry Festival.

Any support you can give to a very gifted poet and lovely person, will be amazing.