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Where's The Poetry Section?

When I enter a bookstore, I am always keen to seek out possible poetry titles, awaiting discovery on the shelves. In particular, I am looking for poetry titles suitable for children. Often though, I leave the shop somewhat disconsolate. Unfortunately, there seems to be a general lack of poetry for kids on display. It may be published, but that doesn't guarantee you will encounter it in the majority of bookshops.

Frequently what you are offered are the same few collections of 'classic poems for children' and little else. Very few bookshops I enter have a dedicated space for children's poetry. The few shops that do, fill me with a sense of exultation. It's akin to chancing upon rare treasure. more power to these fearless bookshop owners, I say. They deserve our custom.

I find this paucity of poetry titles very sad indeed. Not just because I write poetry, but because I believe every generation of children deserve access to poetry. 

At present, it remains mostly hidden from view. Those with a thirst for verse are forced to fossick hard to obtain access to poetic pearls. Publishers have left us awash in fantasy, but poetry generally remains in short supply. 

I constantly witness the way young poets embrace poetry when given the opportunity to better appreciate its charm and appeal. When immersed in its myriad forms, they quickly make it their own. It is instantly demystified. They want more...

Having spent a life time seeking poetry out in far flung places, I feel like a text detective, constantly searching and rummaging, before sharing my hard won discoveries.

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My latest find!

So, I am starting a campaign...
I am asking poetry lovers everywhere- poets of all ages, to pose this question upon entering a bookstore:

'Excuse me please, where's the poetry section?'

I've even had a t-shirt made to further promote my intent.

 So, please join me in asking this important question- Where's the poetry section?
Some of my collected treasure assembled over many years of searching.

My Poet's Suitcase. My stash of poetry pearls.


  1. Well said! And sadly, true in lots of places. (My hubby and I bought I'M JUST NO GOOD AT RHYMING just for ourselves, by the way!) Thanks for joining the Roundup/Party today!

    1. Thank you Robyn. Great to see we have that same book.

  2. That is so true. I will ask: #wheresthepoetrysection?

  3. Your latest find won the Cybils award this year--what a fun book!

    1. It was indeed a great find Buffy. What struck me first was its quirkiness. Such a joy to come across a find like this.

  4. Good question--and one to ask often. I haven't had a chance to read this book yet, but I want to! I've heard such good things about it.

    1. Thanks Kay. The book I highlighted, 'I'm Just No Good At Rhyming' is a worthwhile addition to any poetry collection.

  5. Sign me up for the "Where's your poetry section?" campaign. I've been known to pull copies off the shelves and cover up nonsense junk with front facing poetic gems. Gorilla warfare! -- Christie @

    1. Go Christie! Poetry activists united. Keep up your great work in the name of better poetry.

  6. My local indie bookshop has a small poetry section for children which has the standard "classics" but also one or two newer collections, including I'm Just No Good at Rhyming. Love your suitcase of "poetry pearls!"

    1. Your local bookshop is making tentative steps in the right direction. They just need a nudge. Glad you like my poet's suitcase.


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