The Duck Dance
One of my daughters, when she was around three, used to perform on cue something we ended up calling "The Duck Dance." She would bend her knees a little, lean forward, pull her hands to her chest, lift her elbows slightly, then wiggle her bum. It made us all laugh. The lightness that laughter and pure joy bring is what comes over me when I find out a work of mine had been given some space somewhere.
March has so far been a good month. After winning the Goodreads.com Poetry Competition with "People Like You," I received the good news that a number of poems had been featured in the South African website LitNet.co.za. One poem, "Someone's Head" is on their main page while four others are in the "Poetry Blog" section. After months of waiting I can now say I've got a foot in the South African poetry scene. Now I suppose I have to muscle my way through the door somehow. hahahahha. Perhaps doing "The Duck Dance" in front of an unexpecting audience at a local poetry reading will be too daring. I'll wait until I've earned some kind of name for that. 
Here is the link to the Goodreads.com Poetry Competition.
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Jim, is there no publisher of poetry in SA? And - don't forget to included all these 'credit' when 'selling' your poetry for publication. So good, that Duck Dance. Lovely image.
The four-year-olds in America call this "The Chicken Dance." So cute, but even cuter when they sing the song.
There are very few journals/mags/ezines here, Rose. And the few publishers of poetry books have their own agenda. Not much in terms of indie publishers as far as I can tell. Either the big ones who have their markets to aim for or the "established" small publishers who have their stable of authors (same old same old). I could be terribly wrong though.Sarah, :P Our kid just chose to call it The Duck Dance. I find ducks funnier than chickens, less tragic in a way. hahaha
