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Wednesday Poetry Corner With Tina Jane Clowes Kay

I would like to introduce Tina Jane Clowes Kay. She is new to the plum tree and has sent in this marvellous interpretation of MOTHER! I am extending the time you can send in your submissions to or anthology, so be creative and send us your poem/art about the qualities of MOTHER!

© Tina Jane Clowes Kay

The Great Mother

Her eyes a sight to behold,
hold still that place of horizon
where streams of life pour forth
seep through the tapestries of her green
and rays of light look up to meet sun rise.

Her hair untangled
carries the wind on silken wings.
Ringlets spiral free,
forever flowing from her crown
circle the mountain peaks.

A rainbow arcs a bridge
amidst her watery stare.
Reflected in the face that gaze
the lake of her serene.

Rivers run with oceans of heart
as arms wrap around embracing the whole.
Warmed from fires stoked in the womb
where love is birthed and given form.

Flowers sprout from the folds of her gown
are cheery in their nature.
Dimples form a smile,
dotted in the weave.

Woven in the patchwork quilt
which clothe her feet
imbedded in the ground.
Where life treads
threads of stirrings
imprinted in her soles.

The moon sits quietly within
spinning the threads of that to come.
Unpicking the seams of that
which has been,
repairing the frays undone.

Illuminated in blaze of sun,
her halo can be seen
dancing iridescently
within the sheets of sheen.

Lovingly she blows kisses,
from petaled lips of sweetest bloom.
Scented with the cherished
touched upon the blessed.

Her palms are open and giving,
holds scars of past and hopes of future,
laid bare in their forgiven nature.

New growth renews the old
The dormant are resurrected..

© Tina Jane Clowes Kay

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.

4 comments on “Wednesday Poetry Corner With Tina Jane Clowes Kay

  1. Patricia Tilton
    June 11, 2014

    That was a beautiful poem about Mother Nature. You’ve received some execellent entries. Love Tina’s artwork too!


  2. thiskidreviewsbooks
    June 13, 2014

    Wonderful! I love that poem! 😀


  3. Jenean Gilstrap
    July 14, 2014

    just the perfect piece – and illustration!


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