Welcome to my Blog!


Dear young writers and poets,

Welcome to my blog!

I have created this blog so as to give you the opportunity to express your creativity and artistic talents.

It is meant to be a platform where like-minded persons can share their passion and voice their ideas, thoughts and feelings.

It is a place where they can share their writing- whether it is poetry or prose and comment on each other’s posts so as to hone the writer in them.

Members of this blog have been carefully chosen.

They are those who are both intelligent and creative and who are most of all lovers of literature.


They are those who have a passion and enthusiasm for reading and writing.


They are those who have a great understanding of the world around them and a greater insight into human nature.


These persons are YOU! YOU have the ability of creating a new reality, of leaping into fantasy.

YOU are sensitive beings

quiet but energetic

naive but perceptive

introvert and extrovert

humble and proud

rebellious and conservative

YOU therefore have the capacity of transcending borders.

YOU are privileged to be part of this platform.  

So seize this golden opportunity- à vos plumes and good blogging to you all!


By Rachel Martin

Featured post

Meet an Amazing Artist from the Ravishing Island of Rodrigues

Dear readers,

Today I wish to acquaint you with an artist I had the chance to personally meet and discuss with.

This artist is named Jeckel Ze Angel and comes from the mesmerizing paradise island of Rodrigues.

He is an accomplished, multi-talented artist who masters various kinds of oratory art, including slam, singing and drama.

He is also a writer who produces artistically deep texts.

His writing effectively conveys who he is and what his art is about.

But that’s not all…..

….. for as well as being an artist, he is a director and stage manager.

He is presently directing a young drama club called LEKIPAZ FAMILY and a group of elderly artists called 50 & OVER DRAMA CLUB.

Jeckel Ze Angel has generously accepted to share one of his creations with us.

You will see that his words showcase his deeper artistry as a writer.

I’ll immediately leave you to enjoy this wonderful piece.

Remember to like and tell me what you think.

jeckel new 2By the way we also welcome other artists from Rodrigues Island who want to share their artistic creations with us, whether it is drama, poetry, prose or even music.

Many thanks to Jeckel Ze Angel for sharing so much with us.

Thanks also for allowing us to diversify our site by publishing writings in another language- Kréol, our mother tongue.

And dear readers, bloggers, poets and other artists, keep following youngwritersandpoets …..

…….. we have more surprises in store for you!


Find below more photos of beautiful Rodrigues taken by our writer Saahil Foolchund during his expedition on the island.




La poésie, au-delà… / Poetry is beyond…

Just came across this beautiful post about poetry.

Felt like sharing it with you.

Vivre le Voyage du héros / Going on the Hero's Journey

“La poésie jaillit de la profondeur. Elle est au-delà de l’intelligence. Elle peut même ne rien avoir en commun avec la sagesse. Elle existe par elle-même; sa nature lui est propre. Indéfinissable.”

“Poetry springs from something deeper; it’s beyond intelligence. It may not even be linked with wisdom. It’s a thing of its own; it has a nature of its own. Undefinable.”

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Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986)

Eduardo Chillida (1924-2002), Lurra M32, 1996

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Hello blog readers,

As poets, we all think differently and visualize the world around us in dissimilar manner. Poetry is an art that goes to the extent of depicting the world in the way we would like it to be seen. Today, with my poem, I have touched a very important issue which has been raised for several centuries in the intellectual community, whether in religion or art, something intangible but more precious than any gold ingot or cash; Innocence

It is something we see through a newborn’s cries but as we grow and develop the concept of the Self, we tend to lose this innocence and at the end, only memories of those days survive. I invite you to look at my poem on the issue and do post your views on the topic.


Yes, We Are All Young!

Hello readers,

I have had some of you commenting on my blog stating that you enjoy following youngwritersandpoets although you are not “young”.

In reality readers, these comments made me reflect a lot on what “young” actually means.

Well, honestly speaking, if I consider formal definitions of “youth”, then even I would not be considered as “young” (Yes, I’m already 30).

The UN for instance defines “youth” as persons between the ages of 15 and 24.

That’s right, according to statistics, as from 25 you are no longer young.

So, you see, it’s really an ambiguous term….

And the definition certainly a bit depressing too…

But what I wish to tell you is that for me anyone can be young, whatever their age.

I believe youth is first of all a state of mind.

In fact, by the term “young writers and poets”, I actually meant those just beginning to write (not those young in terms of age).

So for me, a person can be forty or sixty or even 80 for that matter, and still be a young writer or poet.

It’s true that some writers make it very young and that’s great.

Mary Shelley for example published “Frankenstein” at only 20.

But there’s also the late bloomers.

Bram Stocker for example wrote “Dracula” when he was 50.

And the famous Laura Ingalls Wilder of “Little House in the Prairie” did not publish her first book, “Little House in the Big Woods” until she was well into her sixties.

By the way, do you know that even science might explain why some writers start late?

According to author Daniel Coyle, it all comes down to myelin, the grayish matter that protects neurons.

Myelin creates mastery in anything (including writing) through a process he calls “deep practice.”

And according to Dr. George Bartzokis, a neuropsychiatrist, people grow wiser as they grow older.

This happens because they have had time to build the most of this myelin.

They can therefore write novels and even rule countries.

All this to just to tell you that whatever your age, readers, for me you are young and wholeheartedly welcomed by our team.

Before ending, and since my blog is much devoted to poetry, I would like to share this beautiful poem, written by Samuel Ullman, with you.

Enjoy and tell me what you think!

By the way, I’ll be back very soon with some poetry writing tips.

Meanwhile, stay young!


Youth is not a time of life

– it is a state of mind,

it is a temper of the will,

a quality of the imagination,

a vigor of the emotions,

a predominance of courage over timidity,

of the appetite for adventure over love of ease.


Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years.

People grow old only by deserting their ideals.

Years wrinkle the skin,

but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.

Worry, doubt, self-distrust,

fear and despair – these are the long,

long years that bow the head and

turn the growing spirit back to dust.


Whether they are sixteen or seventy,

there is in every being’s heart

the love of wonder,

the sweet amazement at the stars

and starlike things and thoughts,

the undaunted challenge of events,

the unfailing childlike appetite

for what is to come next,

and the joy and the game of life.


You are as young as your faith,

as old as your doubt;

as young as your self-confidence,

as old as your fear,

as young as your hope,

as old as your despair.

When the wires are all down

and all the innermost core of your heart

is covered with the snows of pessimism

and the ice of cynicism,

then you are grown old indeed.


But so long as your heart receives messages

of beauty, cheer, courage, grandeur

and power from the earth,

from man and from the Infinite,

so long you are young.


Tread Softly Because you Tread on my Dreams

Dear readers,

I suddenly feel the need to share one of my favourite poems with you.

The poem is called “The Cloths of Heaven” and was written by William Butler Yeats, an Irish poet.

Have a look:

The Cloths of Heaven by W.B.Yeats

Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths 
Of night and light and the half-light;
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

I love this poem because despite being short, it’s very profound and greatly expressive.

I don’t know how you interpret it but for me it’s a wonderful declaration of love and much more than that.

So, basically the speaker is saying that he wished he had “heaven’s embroidered cloths” so that he could spread them under the beloved’s feet.

He calls the cloths heavenly as they are so majestic, almost divine.

Notice how he describes the cloths (with a rich array of adjectives, colours and devices like assonance and alliteration).

Yet, since the speaker is poor, he has no such cloths.

What he has to offer to the beloved are only his dreams.

The last line is the most intense. The speaker requests the beloved to “Tread softly” as she is treading on his dreams.

Correct me if I’m wrong but I think we all know how fragile dreams are…

So, for me, by saying this, the speaker is admitting not only his intense love, but also his own vulnerability.

It could therefore be an instance of unrequited love.

The speaker is pleading not to be rejected by the beloved.

It seems that the beloved has the potential of treading harshly, otherwise the speaker would not have made this request.

Apart from that, the poem has greater metaphorical meaning for me.

For me, “heaven” has connotations of peace, serenity, love, beauty and happiness.

Now, imagine a person tearing your cloths and destroying your peace, your dreams. How would you feel?

Yet, is peace not being destroyed everywhere in the world?

Don’t we witness “rejection” of all kinds everyday?

So I think the cloths could be a metaphor for what many people desire wealth, power, riches… to the extent of “treading” on others’ dreams.

Don’t forget that the cloths in the poem are “golden” and “silver”.

Could the poem then, be seen as representing the conflict between the rich and the poor, the powerful and the powerless?

Are we not living in a materialistic society, an unequal society?

Now, can love be bought by the material? Do we necessarily have to offer prestigious gifts to get love in return?

When I say love, I don’t only mean romantic love.

I’m also referring to other types of love like friendship, respect, love for humanity etc..

Notice that the cloths are also omnipresent. They are present in the morning, at noon and at night:

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light;

What do you think this means? That materialism is dominating the world? Or that the speaker’s love so pure, almost spiritual? That dreams are more precious than riches?

Don’t forget that here it’s the man who is feeling powerless.

Could the poem then also be a reversal of gender stereotypes (when we think of the time at which Yeats was writing)?

As I told you, it all depends on interpretation. So you might not agree with mine.

But I think you will share my view that the poem is rich in imagery, passion and emotion.

I admit however that this poem has been troubling me a lot.

In a way, this is why poetry is marvellous. It has the ability to awaken the thinker in us, to make us reflect on things happening around us.

The poet surely wrote the poem for a reason.

But as readers we can take it to greater levels and interpret it in different ways.

I would like to know how you feel about this poem. Do you share my views? Please comment!

Meanwhile, don’t allow anyone to “tread” on your dreams and avoid treading on theirs.

We now know how painful this can be.

5 Auditory Devices to Spice up your Poetry

Dear readers,

Today I resolved to write about some of the salient literary and poetic devices employed by both writers of prose and poets.

These will be without doubt useful to you whenever you are reading and analyzing poems or even writing poetry of your own.

I will focus specifically on the auditory devices used by poets.

You will see that these auditory devices both bring about and strengthen the sounds in poems.

Auditory devices are in fact crucial to create memorable and powerful poems.

They draw attention to sound.

And sound is important in making poetry what it is.

Auditory devices also:

  • Enhance the meaning of the poem
  • Help readers develop strong images
  • Reinforce musicality and delight the ears
  • Create a powerful rhythm
  • Evoke an emotional response in the reader
  • Create harmony and unity
  • Reflect the mood of the poem

To identify the sound devices used in a poem, you can read it aloud and listen carefully to the sound of each word.

Remember that it is the sound that is important here, not the spelling.

You can also attempt to incorporate these devices in your own writing.

Here they are:

1. Consonance

  • Consonance is repetition of the same consonant sound within lines.
  • Consonance can happen anywhere within the words, lines or poem.

Example 1

The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard

And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,

Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.

From Robert Frost’s “Out Out”

 Example 2

Of Man’s first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that Forbidden Tree, whose mortal taste
Brought Death into the World, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat …

From John Milton’s “Paradise Lost”


2. Alliteration

  • Alliteration is a form of consonance.
  • It happens when words starting with the same consonant sounds are used together.
  • Alliteration happens at the beginning of words.

Example 1

One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

 From John Donne’s “Death Be Not Proud”

Example 2

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

From Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”


 3. Sibilance

  • Sibilance is a special form of consonance that produces a hissing sound.
  • The repeated consonant sounds are normally s, z and sh.
  • It has however been argued that even sounds like “th”, “z” and “f” create sibilant sounds.

Example 1

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore.

From William B. Yeats’ “The Lake Isle of Innisfree”

 Example 2

There was Shield Sheafson, scourge of many tribes,
A wrecker of mead-benches, rampaging among foes.

 “Beowulf” translated by Seamus Heaney


4. Assonance

  • Assonance is the repetition of vowel sounds in nearby words.

Example 1

“And so all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

of my darling-my darling-my life and my bride”

From Edgar Allan Poe’s “Annabelle Lee”

Example 2

The inmates of my cottage, all at rest, 

Have left me to that solitude, which suits 

Abstruser musings:

From Samuel Taylor Coleridge”s “Frost at Midnight”


5. Onomatopoeia

  • Onomatopoeia happens when the pronunciation of a word imitates its sound.

Example 1
Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.
He played a few chords then he sang some more…”

From Langston Hughes’ “The Weary Blues”

Example 2

There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling 
Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling
Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering
Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering
And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering…”

From Robert Browning’s “The Pied Piper of Hamelin”


Well, that will be all for today dear readers.

You can now try to spice up your own poems by using some of these sound devices.

But remember to use them not only tactfully, but also tastefully.

If you use too many of them, your poems may lose their emphasis; if you use too few, your poems may lack the little sparkle we all need.

It’s up to you to decide what best suits the content, mood and emotions of your poem.

So I will let you try and share with us.

Also, if you have other good examples you want to share, you can add them in the comment box below.

And keep following for discussion on even more literary and poetic devices!

He made us dream

Though he lived in the 19th century, this brilliant author born in Danemark was renowned for his imagination. He is best known for his contribution in fairy tales and has somehow influenced our childhood even today. He may have stirred your creativity as a child because most of his tales are still narrated, whether in primary school or as bedtime stories. He fascinated people and shaped creativity in a way that was unique to him. Hans Christian Andersen, it is possible that you may not have encountered the name before but surely heard his famous stories.


Andersen has produced 3381 works which were translated into more than 125 languages. His literary exploits include; The Emperor’s New Clothes, The Little Mermaid, The Ugly Duckling, The Princess and the Pea, The Snow Queen, Thumbelina, The Nightingale and various other tales until 1872.

His tales were not immediately recognized as masterpieces. They sold poorly at first often being criticized as being of poor quality. Andersen’s father died and due to his difficult financial state, he was sent to a school for poor children and supported himself through small jobs. Andersen’s literary career only starts from the moment when a colleague at the Royal Danish Theater noticed the poetic person of Hans. His education was sponsored by King Frederick VI but he described school life as a deterrent to his passion of writing, claiming that strict behaviors often destroyed his creativity, discouraging him from writing and his then falling into depression.

1845 is a major breakthrough in Andersen’s life, whereby first translations of his works were undertaken. The Little Mermaid appeared in the English literary magazine Bentley’s Miscellany, followed by A Danish Story Book and Danish Fairy Tales.

Andersen was also a travelogue(this forms part of the literary genre of travel literature), he published many travel sketches with drawings and descriptive account of the places he visited. In his lifetime, he also met famous author of Victorian England Charles Dickens. A memorial plaque now stands at his lieu of residence at 67, Nyhavn, Copenhagen and one of the most busiest boulevards of Copenhagen is a named after him.

His emotional life is often filled with turmoil as he often suffered from unrequited love. His personal journal reveals that he refused to have intimate relationships and it is also speculated that he had attraction for both genders and most probably remained celibate his whole life.

If you want to make people dream like Andersen, create worlds full with fantasy. That is all for for the time being, stay connected to kow more of writers, their works and their lives.

Foolchund Saahil


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