On being a young poet

When I was a young poet, inexperienced and clueless about publishing, I used to read poetry widely, discovering and taking home books from Widnes library to devour at my leisure. I kept a folder of poems which I could not live without: when I had to return the books, I’d copy out my favourite ones. I still have this file. The poems in it all helped to tune me in to the craft.

I was writing seriously from the age of 14, and used to put together collections of my poems, all neatly copied out, and get people to read them. I was fond of saying to my readers: ‘is THIS a poem?’ ‘And THIS?’ I was published in the school magazine. I made all the usual mistakes that teens often do: big words, portentous style, abstractions. But I kept at it. I was highly commended in a W. H. Smith national competition, and I was awarded a grade 2 for my creative writing portfolio which was a voluntary extra for A level English Literature. Today young poets can enter many excellent competitions and have their own network as part of The Poetry Society, These are fantastic for encouraging young writers.

I walked out of my careers interview at school because I couldn’t get the person advising me to understand when I said I wanted to be a writer, I didn’t mean a secretary. At university the career advice was no better.

I met Matt Simpson and showed him my poems, when I was 19. He said I ‘had something’. The following year, when I was in secnd year of my degree course, I had a poem published in Arts Alive Merseyside, on their poetry page. I didn’t realise that was an achievement. I showed my work to several lecturers. One loved my work, but another one was very critical – she actually rewrote one of my poems for me and turned it into appalling cliche. But I believed her and did not send any more poems out anywhere for ten years!  Instead of submitting, I bought a book called Poet’s Manual and Rhyming Dictionary by Frances Stillman, and worked my way through every poetic form she includes. I taught myself the craft of poetry, I read ever more widely, I went to readings and I performed at open mics, such as The Why Not in Liverpool. Back then Liverpool was a fantastic place for poets. There were many independent bookshops which stocked poetry books and pamphlets.

By the time I felt ready to submit again, I had graduated, married, lost both my parents after having done a good bit of looking after them, and had a child of my own. I was published in Orbis, Envoi and then had a marvellous acceptance for London Magazine, when Alan Ross was editor. I’d love to say things really took off for me, but it wasn’t like that. I’d never heard of the Gregory, so never applied for that. I was lucky to get the chance to bring out a debut collection with Stride in 1988. It was the epitome of a slim volume – only 23 poems, and I dedicated it to Matt Simpson, who had mentored and tutored me at his critique class in Runcorn library, and in letters.

Looking back, I realised the very negative effect the critical lecturer had on me. She was the only one who failed to encourage me, and many others did, But I still hid my work away. When I was pregant with my first baby, I attended a course at Arvon, led by Liz Lochhead. She told me I was a born poet and I HAD to write and publish my work. It was as though I needed permission.

Young poets can be sensitive and easily discouraged. It is so important to take them seriously and give helpful and constructive critisism. When I was a teacher, I had a saying in my classroom, which is now in my study. It says (original in Gaelic) Encourage Youth and it will Prosper.

Poets, this is your mission. Encourage young poets, tell them what is out there for them. Show them poems you love, buy them books. Be like Liz Lochhead and not like my American Studies lecturer, whose name I don’t even remember.



Angela 1975 ish



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16 responses to “On being a young poet

  1. faye joy

    Encourage youth, facilitate their creative journey, this has been my philosophy too – as an art teacher, it is the nurturing of creative ambition which is so important.

  2. Wondering if you have the Gaelic version, Angela? Turco and Stillman have been constant companions on my poetry journey. A great post for a new year.

    • Yes, it’s on my wall in a frame: Mol an oize, azus tiocfaid si
      I couldn’t put the marks over the letters in, but there should be one over the o in oize, and the c and d in tiocfiad.
      The students used to ask me what it said, whereas if it had been in ENglish, they wouldn’t have noticed it. I will try to take a photo.

  3. Great article on not only encouraging young poets but also on persevering and not giving up however long it takes.

    • Thanks Andy. When I was 16, I read The White Goddess by Robert Graves and decided then to decidate my life to poetry, reading and writing it. Perseverance is vital, as all I want is to continue to develop my craft, and to continue to read poetry and share my love of it.

      • I only got into writing poetry at the age of 46 and it is like the missing jigsaw piece that I’ve been looking for all my life. I too enjoy reading, writing and performing poetry and it has made me feel young again. Keep it up Angela, you’re doing great.

  4. Reblogged this on Observations of Life seen through autistic eyes by Andy Smith and commented:
    An excellent and inspirational article about never giving up and encouraging the next generation of poets.

  5. Andy, the words don’t care about age, they just want us to use them as well as we can. The engagement is what matters.

  6. Thank you. All good poets continue to aspire,

  7. Angela, a very interesting and moving account. You clearly had talent and a strong sense of direction from the first but your blossoming as a poet owed something to the encouragement of Matt Simpson and Liz Lochhead. I applaud your call for experienced poets to similarly encourage the young of today.

    All the best for 2015.


  8. Thanks for this Angela – I love the honesty of this post. I think I had a similar experience (but with an art teacher) who just harrumphed at the first pictures I had painted and was proud of. For years, the lack of encouragement led me to believe ‘I just wasn’t an artist’ and so I missed out on enjoying the process of making art. Now that I’m a lot older I have more confidence in myself and enjoy creating art alongside my children 🙂

    By the way, one of your poems ‘Jet Heart’ – from that very first collection of yours published by Stride – inspired me to produce a little piece. Do come along and have a look if you want. https://marijasmits.wordpress.com

    • Good for you, Teika! Deep down I *knew* I was a poet but I kept being told I couldn’t be one. I recently wrote a poem about this as well. When I was teaching I made sure I was enpowering no matter what dreams were confided in me. My matra was, if you want something enough, you can do it. But you have to keep going where others would stop.
      I did see and like your zentangle on my Jet Heart. The actual piece is rather less grand but I love the way you have imagined it.

  9. mavisgulliver

    When my English teacher wrote in my school report that I needed to ‘curb my too vivid imagination’ it stopped my writing for years. Many years later, almost due to retire from teaching, I discovered ‘The Artist’s Way’ by Julia Cameron. I worked through it and have since had two poetry collections and 3 children’s novels published by Cinnamon Press. If anyone out there has had similar soul destroying experiences I recommend the book unreservedly.