Launching Children’s Poetry

My brain has been buzzing with children’s poetry for the past few weeks. Actually, it perpetually hums with poetry, but on Tuesday 17th May 2011 my poetic energies were fully focussed at the launch of a new list of children’s poetry from Janetta Otter-Barry books (at Frances Lincoln Children’s Books).

News of this list caused great excitement at the NCRCL and we simply had to be present at the launch. It is relatively rare that children’s poets are given this sort of publishing platform, so we are delighted to see continued support for established poets like Roger McGough and John Agard and that the ‘new voices’ of Rachel Rooney, Tony Mitton and James Carter are being listened to and heard.

Back at the launch…when we arrived (having survived a tube closure at Tottenham Court Road) the tiny space was already packed tight with anticipation. Five poets were due to read in the space of one short hour, so we knew that we were in for a word’n’rhythm roller-coaster ride.

Imaginary Menagerie by Roger McGoughArmed with bags of regional irony, Roger McGough kicked off the launch and his irreverent humour had my daughter (and, of course, me) beguiled from the start. Playing on pronunciation and cultural association, McGough’s poems are irrepressibly witty and he had his audience in fits (as Carroll would have it). My daughter was especially keen to revisit his wheeler dealer Badgers, who use foul language and gobble up blind dormice, and the Emus who enjoy…well, I can’t tell you here as Roger made it clear that ‘Emus’ is strictly for children only.

Language of Cat by Rachel RooneyRachel Rooney followed with a poised performance of selected poems, including a Russian-doll reflection on the nature of ‘me’ and the best imitation of a cat I ever did see; she does speak the language of cat after all. I was impressed with  the verbal dexterity of Rachel’s poetry, which balances beautifully the playful and the profound. Her shapely poem, ‘Nought to Nine’, also had us seeking out numbers in lampposts and railway sidings on the journey home.

Come Into This Poem by Tony MittonTony Mitton might well be a newcomer to the world of children’s poetry, but his verse draws from long-winding traditions. I was pleased to hear the ballad being reworked for young readers today; it might just encourage them to go back too…

James Carter put music into this series of recitals, as he made his guitar speak to the audience with some gentle strumming and an artful bit of neck manipulation (you’ll just have to attend one of his many school visits to see what I mean). In this collection, James has written poetry for younger children, but James’ poetry is infectious and his persuasive, energetic  performance had us all joining in (and I can say safely that there were no five-year-olds, or thereabouts, in the vicinity).Hey Little Bug by James Carter

…and then to the final performance, from a man in a very great hat. John Agard can carry off a hat, just as well as he carries off the spoken rhythms of a world that endlessly reshapes itself around him. For me, John Agard has always been a listening poet; his ear lies close to the ground and it listens well and it listens hard. Goldilocks on CCTV  is full of the edgy wit and cunning wordiness of Agard’s best poetry (we heard several poems from this imminent collection). He doesn’t mouth street sounds to get down with the kids; John Agard is the sound. My daughter confirms this as she says wistfully that she would love Agard to perform at her school: “I know the people in my school and they would just get John Agard. They would love him and he would really make them laugh.” I’m sure that she’s quite right – John Agard makes me smile too. Big, big smile.

Just to clarify – John Agard is not actually on this new list, but his new collection of poems for Francis Lincoln Children’s Books, Goldilocks on CCTV (illustrated by Satoshi Kitamura), is due out in October 2011 and Janetta (as she pointed out) could not miss the opportunity to have John perform.

So – all in all a brilliant night of poetry. I left with the buzz of new rhythms in my ears, pleased that I had a new crop of poems to discuss in my poetry modules on the MA, while my daughter rushed into school the next day with a bundle of new books to share with whoever might listen.

Poetry lives on…

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