In Honour of World Poetry Day

The wind should be filled with scraps of paper with poetry scribbled all over them.

My favourite poem is ‘If’ by Rudyard Kipling. It was sent to me by a fellow WordPress-er a few years ago and since then it’s a poem I always go to when I need to feel positive.

As a child I never understood the seduction of poetry, in fact I hated it. When World Poetry Day came around I used to shudder in disgust. It often meant I had to participate in a poetry reading competition and the thought of standing in front of my fellow peers terrified me. The first competition I did, my mum told me to read ‘To Autumn’ by Keats. It was (sorry to say) boring. I couldn’t bring myself to do it and inevitably stumbled over all the words. I cut the poem short because reading it became so arduous that I was unable to speak comprehensible English.

As I grew older, my respect for poetry changed when – on the request of my grandma – I read my first compendium by Spike Milligan. They were enlightening. I realised poetry could be funny, engaging and exciting. I would laugh until my stomach hurt, how could so few lines create such a reaction? They were fascinating.


From then on – with my interest in writing growing – I started to delve into poetry. At first it was unintentional – I would lie awake in bed at night and words and phrases would be created as I floated in and out of consciousness. The first poem I wrote was entitled ‘A Silly Little Rhyme’ which was written on 17th April 2009. It was written due to frustration at a recent visit to the hospital for spinal surgery when I was 11.

If you go to a hospital,
Make sure you know,
They might cancel your operation 3 times in a row.
If you go to a hospital,
It’s not much fun,
Sitting around on your bum.
So one thing to take,
From this silly little rhyme,
Don’t go to hospital all of the time!


The first poem I was proud of writing was Odd Couple. Written back when WordPress did Weekly Writing Challenges, it was the first poem I was proud to exhibit to a wider audience. From then on, I wrote poems frequently.

My journey through poetry is nestled away in my computer. It documents my ever growing collection (of crap writing) but I visit it regularly for inspiration.


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