Wednesday Poetry Corner: Attention!!! The Internet Detonator sabotaged my call for Mother submissions!

Dear poets, I have caught the bug! Not the bug that drives us to write voraciously from pleasure ~ but the blasted internet detonator that has been going about lately! The upshot is that my web-site and emails attached to it, are down, crashed, disappeared into an internet instant of eradication! Believe me, I am working very hard to put it right!

Some of you have been trying to contact me with submissions. Please use this address: plumtreebooks.uk@gmail.com  Good old gmail!

I may have to extend the deadline for submissions because of this. I hope those of you who have taken the time to make submissions will be patient.

Art By Fycsene Shields

The poetry I am looking for is about MOTHER! In my humble opinion, a poem should speak to the collective, say it beautifully, succinctly or challengingly and  put into words something we all feel. It was my original intention that the anthology should celebrate the qualities of MOTHER ~ whether motherly feelings towards your own child or feelings about the beauty, wonder, splendour, joy, appreciation, friendship, love, importance of mothers or mothering in general. Mother can also refer to Earth.

Before making your submission, please ask yourselves the following:

Does your poem describe collective feelings? Have you expressed something pertinent to the many?

This anthology should celebrate MOTHER! I am looking for a hug from the page!

Thank you!

 

About Dr Niamh

When I was a little girl (a very, very long time ago), I used to love learning new, really big words like ‘discombobulate’. As I grew, my love of words grew too, until I loved them so much, I could not stop writing them down. One day, as I was scribbling a particular word, a very peculiar thing happened. The word shouted at me, “Stop! Don’t put me there!” As you can imagine, I was shocked and nearly fell off my chair. When I recovered somewhat, I said to the word, “Could you stop shouting, please? I am not used to it.” Can you guess what happened next? No! I thought not. The word said, “I might be small, but I will misbehave if you do not use me properly. I will not tell the story you would like me to tell. I will say something entirely different!” I dropped my pen. I hoped that by dropping my pen, the word would stop talking. Alas! It did not. It carried on chitterchobbling, even after the ink had dried. I was in a pickle. I could not allow my words to run away with my story, now could I? I don’t know about you, but when this sort of thing happens, there is only one thing left to do if you prefer not to spend your time arguing. “Very well,” said I. “I will do as you ask if you will just be quiet and allow me to concentrate.” Since that day, I have been paying special attention to every word I invite into my stories. After all, a story should say exactly what it means to say and not be led astray. With love from Dr. Niamh, Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination and Founder of Dr Niamh Children's Books. www.drniamhchildrensbooks.com

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