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School Reading List @schoolreadinglist.bsky.social · 27/07/2026

Recently updated on our site: Children’s Writing Competitions. 📚👍🏼 schoolreadinglist.co.uk/competitions... #kidlit A regularly updated list of creative & non-fiction writing competitions open to school-aged children in the UK, including contests for poetr...

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Children's Writing Competitions

A list of creative & non-fiction writing competitions for children in the UK, including contests for poetry, stories, handwriting & essays.

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Clare Proctor @almostasif.bsky.social · 13/07/2026

So excited that this beautiful package has arrived and that this day allows me to get straight to reading it… Thanks @jaxxi.bsky.social

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Deborah @deborahzafer.bsky.social · 17/06/2026

Rich fresh wine of June, we stagger into you smeared with pollen 🖤

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Rachel Deering @racheldeering.bsky.social · 13/06/2026

‘Oh, to be a Moomin and to dance in the waves while the sun gets up! The night was forgotten and a long June day lay before them.’ ~ Tove Jansson. #BookWormSat

Moomins (moomintroll and snorkmaiden) in a boat with nets on sea with yellow backdrop. Illustration.

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Cian McCarthy @arealmofwonder.bsky.social · 22/05/2026

The magic wrought by simple poems I will always defend, for their universality is such that you can quite often slot yourself effortlessly into them and find a pocket of unquantifiable freedom waiting for you. • Sara Teasdale •

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Andromeda @ulveheksa.bsky.social · 23/05/2026

I am, O Anxious One ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

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Clare Proctor @almostasif.bsky.social · 16/05/2026

Are these yours, @jbrehm.bsky.social ? So many John Brehm poems are resonating at the moment…

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Andromeda @ulveheksa.bsky.social · 11/05/2026

P.S. ~ Franz Wright

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Clare Proctor @almostasif.bsky.social · 25/01/2026

Can anyone help me find the poem ‘To Sandra’ by Phillip Gross please? Got ‘cat’s whiskers’ thinking it might be in there but it’s not…

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Clare Proctor @almostasif.bsky.social · 25/01/2026

Enjoying discovering Alex Dimitrov

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Deborah @deborahzafer.bsky.social · 05/01/2026

For this most Monday of Mondays, a Monday poem 🖤 'Doesn't it bother you sometimes what living is, what the day has turned into? So many screens and meetings and things to be late for.'

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Clare Proctor @almostasif.bsky.social · 25/01/2026

Can anyone help me find the poem ‘To Sandra’ by Phillip Gross please? Got ‘cat’s whiskers’ thinking it might be in there but it’s not…

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Clare Proctor @almostasif.bsky.social · 19/01/2026

londongrip.co.uk/2026/01/lond... Thank you so much @pamthompson240.bsky.social for your kind, detailed and perceptive reading of Lilith.

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London Grip Poetry Review – Clare Proctor – londongrip.co.uk

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poemtoday.bsky.social @poemtoday.bsky.social · 21/07/2025

The gift Sometimes the recompense arrives so far ahead of what you’ll give that you will fail to recognise the reciprocity, the love that circles in the universe: this life a grace advanced, its knack to meet requital with its cause – the offering up, the giving back. Kona Macphee

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George Takei @georgetakei.bsky.social · 11/02/2024

That face. I know it well.

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Moira Donegan @moiradonegan.bsky.social · 24/12/2025

James Merril’s poem “Christmas Tree,” written while he was dying of AIDS. 1995.

JAMES MERRILL
CHRISTMAS TREE
From loes torn hamin Had been fed, looked after, kept still, Meant, I knew— of course I knew - That it would be only a matter of weeks,
That there was nothing more to do. Warmly they took me in, made much of me,
The point from the start was to keep my spirits up. I could assent to that. For honestly, It did help to be wound in jewels, to send Their colors flashing forth from vents in the deep
Fragrant sables that cloaked me head to foot. Over me then they wove a spell of shining —
Purple and silver chains, eavesdripping tinsel, Amulets, milagros: software of silver,
A heart, a little girl, a Model T Two staring eyes. Then angels, trumpets, BUD and BEA (The children's names) in clownlike capitals, Somewhere a music box whose tiny song
Played and replayed I ended before long By loving. And in shadow behind me, a primitive IV To keep the show going. Yes, yes, what lay ahead
Was clear: the stripping, the cold street, my chemicals
Plowed back into the Earth for lives to come — No doubt a blessing, a harvest, but one that doesn't bear,
Now or ever, dwelling upon. To have grown so thin.
Needles and bone. The little boy's hands meeting
About my spine. The mother's voice: Holding up wonderfully!
No dread. No bitterness. The end beginning. Today's
Dusk room aglow For the last time
With candlelight. Faces love-lit,
Gifts underfoot.
Still to be so poised, so
Receptive. Still to recall, to praise.

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the engine(idling lit @the-engine-idling.bsky.social · 24/12/2025

e(i 8: Collage wants YOU to remix our archive! Let's make a crazy quilt! See Guidelines for details: buff.ly/W6Q0BoP #poetry #poetrycommunity #indielit #indiemag #litmag #writingcommunity #artistcommunity #art #collage

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Kelly Mangan (She/Her) 🏳️‍🌈💖💜💙 @kellyamangan.bsky.social · 20/11/2025

#FolktaleWeek prompt #4: Book Brigid was the Celtic goddess of poetry & wisdom. Christian monks later made Brigid the Saint of poets. It seemed only fitting I should quote an Irish poet here: the divinely talented @nikitagill.bsky.social @FolktaleWeek #FolktaleWeek2025 #FolktaleweekBook

Brigid sitting on a highland cow, framed by an arch of books and birch trees. Over her head pages of the written word are floating, accompanied by a poem by Nikita Gill. The leaves in the trees also resemble book pages.

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