Poet Laureate! Not this time :)

I entered a poetry competition to win a week’s stay at the Pacuare Nature Reserve in Costa Rica and to become their Poet Laureate for a year and as you can see from the title, I did not win ๐Ÿ™‚

The prompt was to write a poem of up to 100 lines on the subject of wildlife or the boundaries between the human and the natural.

This was my entry.

The elegance of things

The elegance of things
touching atmospheres of all

The beauty of mist
rising in droplets of beginnings

The feelings one feels
upon seeing within her turmoils
the calm of patient resilience

The elegance of things
growing strength from weakness

The simplicity of knowing
how we became such things as we are

The feelings one feels
upon reaching inside nature’s heart
to feel her beats of life

The elegance of things
sun rising and sun setting

The structure of shadows
stretching to build new horizons

The feelings one feels
upon hearing the songs of her children
as they are born, as they die

The elegance of things
freeing the auras to shine

The empathy of humanity
slowly turning the pages of reason

The feelings one feels
upon breathing her scent of morning
as she flowers her beauty

The elegance of things
growing in the darkness

The chaos of time
sending ripples into eternity

The feelings one feels
upon imagining her hidden smile
waiting to ignite

The elegance of things
beautifying within and without

The wild life of nature
erupting with free spirits of peace

The feelings one feels
upon hearing the songs of her children
as they die, as they are born


As a leaf falls
know this Earth is not ours

Win a signed copy of my new book :)

Would you like a signed copy of my new book, Being Human, for free? Yes? Oh that’s good because I have 3 copies to give away for free! Follow the links below to my Goodreads Giveaway page for a chance to win ๐Ÿ™‚

If you win, you will also get a free signed copy of my first book, Silence Happens, how about that! ๐Ÿ™‚

Good luck!

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Being Human by Martin Shone

Being Human

by Martin Shone

Giveaway ends July 12, 2015.

See the giveaway details
at Goodreads.

Enter to Win

London, Book, Fair

I never win when I enter writing competitions and so here we are again ๐Ÿ™‚

This week I entered a competition to write a Sonnet, a Haiku and a Nonnet. Now I’ve not written a sonnet or a nonnet before, or at least I don’t think I have but that’s beside the point. So first up was the sonnet and it was to be a Shakespearean sonnet.

(Click here to read what it should be like) and I now know why it didn’t win ha ha! ๐Ÿ™‚

The theme was London and so here is my failed attempt!

Upon thine banks I hear siren songs sung
in whispered imaginings to enhance
Upon thine waters I feel as if stung
by beauty rushing hither, thither – thence
Upon thine streets I tread within history
to find myself at home in Englandโ€™s soul
Upon thine bricks I feel the dust of me
foot printing, hand printing, heart printing whole
Upon thine meadows I sleep beneath time
resting in smiles till sundown you wake me
Upon thine night I wander your sublime
your magnificence of wonders to see
++++ Oh how the depths of thine eternal love
++++ is being battered by the ruthless .gov!


Next up was the haiku, which is a very short form of Japanese poetry of 17 syllables of 5-7-5. The essence of haiku is “cutting” (kiru). This is often represented by the juxtaposition of two images or ideas and a kireji (“cutting word”) between them, a kind of verbal punctuation mark which signals the moment of separation and colors the manner in which the juxtaposed elements are related. (Wikipedia)

The theme for the haiku was a book or books and here’s mine

Trees do breathe to live
for hands to hold, eyes to read
Deathly white leaves, talk


Now for the Nonnet which should have nine lines with the first line having 9 syllables, the second 8 syllables, the third 7 syllables until the ninth line which has one syllable and is to have an iambic meter (stress every other syllable). (Wikipedia)

The theme for the nonnet was a fair and so here’s mine.

Milling, spilling, chatting and chilling
crowds colour the arenaโ€™s mile
as children tug at held hands
Coffee is served so nice
goods are sold with glee
as children tug
Hours pass by
fun ends

And there you have it ๐Ÿ™‚