Today we welcome Jackie Hosking who is visiting as part of the Soup Blog Poetry Festival. We’re big fans of Jackie’s poetry and you might remember reading some of her poems in Alphabet Soup magazine — like ‘Paperwork’, ‘The Moon’, ‘Butterfly Kisses’, and ‘I Wish I Were a Dragon’.
I wrote my first poem when I was 17 years old. It was called ‘Consequence’, a rhyming nonsense poem that made the use of opposites. It began …
A Christmas tree stood on the beach
Within my grasp but out of reach
What sort of poetry do you like writing?
Best of all I like writing rhyming and rhythmical poetry. I’ve tried to write free verse poems and I’ve enjoyed the process but rhyme and meter suit me best of all.
What sort of poetry do you like reading?
I like to ready any poems that make me go aaaahhhhh …
Where could a reader find your poetry?
My poetry has been published in magazines, anthologies, websites, on a train, educational texts and next year in a picture book titled The Croc and the Platypus.
How often do you write?
Not as often as I should probably — but when I do I’m so absorbed that many hours can pass without me realising it. It’s really exciting when this happens.
Do you prefer to write with a pen and paper or straight onto the computer?
Straight onto the computer, though I will record ideas if I’m out on a walk with no computer in site. Love my phone for this!
Your number one tip for budding poets?
Write about what moves YOU. There is nothing more compelling than reading a piece that was written with passion.
Jackie’s Poetry Prescription:
IF YOU’RE HAVING A GRUMPY DAY — read the following poem! (I wrote ‘The Quarrel’ as it’s perfect for stamping your grumpies out.)
The giants are moaning
And mumbling and groaning
They’re grumbling with all of their might
They’re stamping and stomping
And ranting and romping
They’re all in the mood for a fight
The giants are raving
And whining and waving
They’re snatching the clouds; every one
They’re howling and wailing
And flapping and flailing
And heaving the clouds at the sun
The giants are lurching
And stumbling and searching
For weapons to settle the score
They’re ploughing and plunging
And digging and lunging
For dinosaur bones from before
They’re kicking and thrashing
And slicing and slashing
Electrical tension is frightening
They’re whacking and whizzing
And static is fizzing
Exploding the sky with its lightening
The giants are jumping
While jeering and thumping
The dinosaur bones as they plunder
And the flash in the night
Well might give you a fright
But just wait for the crack of the thunder
© Jackie Hosking