I’m still in it! Madness!Poetry ROUND 2!

What a whirlwind it’s been being a part of the Madness!Poetry tournament for children’s poets, but SO much fun!

Exciting news: I made it to ROUND 2! My word this time was “ARCANE,” which I’ll admit, stumped me for a bit. I kept getting it mixed up with “archaic.” As it turns out, my opponent and I both ended up writing poems about math! What are the ODDS?!

I would love it if you would take a minute to read my poem (posted below) and if –and only if!– you like it, please vote! Voting for this round ends TOMORROW (Tuesday 5/18) at 7pm EST!

If you have any extra time, poke around and look at some of the other match-ups. These poets are truly amazing!

Thanks, as always, for your support! It means so much. xoxo

All the best,


The Madness!Poetry Tournament begins TOMORROW!!!

Friends! The Madness!Poetry Tournament for children’s poets begins TOMORROW! WhooHoo!

The 64 head-to-head match-ups will be visible at www.madnesspoetry.com beginning at 10AM EST. Polls close 5pm Friday!! (Don’t worry, I’ll remind you!

Please pass this on to anyone you think would have interest — especially teachers! — and let your kids help you vote! This is all for THEM! We are trying to show kids how amazing and fun poetry can be.

In the meantime, I’ll share with you my application poem (below). Thanks so much for your support!

I’ll be back tomorrow with a direct link where you can go to vote! 🙂

All the best,


Videos of my poem, “Our Walk To School” featured on TWO poetry blogs this week! So cool! :)

Today, a video of me reading my poem “Our Walk To School,” was featured on fellow poet Michelle Schaub’s Poetry Boost blog, www.PoetryBoost.com. This poem, which I originally wrote last Spring at the very start of the quaranine, was published in the children’s poetry anthology Hop To It: Poem’s To Get You Moving (Pomelo Books, 2020). It is about how my kids and I continued to walk to school every morning, despite the fact that school was closed. That small act gave us a semblance of “normalcy,” even amidst all the uncertainty, confusion and fear we were experiencing at the time.

Check out the video and post here.

Also, last Sunday, the same poem was featured on Sylvia Vardell’s blog Poetry For Children. Sylvia is one of the editors at Pomelo Books and brought my poem to life with some adorable children acting out their own “walk to school.” Love it! You can see that video below (on YouTube) and the full post on the blog here.

Thanks again, everyone, for all your support! 🙂


Hello Friends!

Yup, you guessed it, another poetry contest! But this time I get to use a bit more adult humor as this one isn’t strictly for children’s writers. It’s a contest hosted by a website called RhymeZone.com, an awesome online rhyme dictionary (A.k.a. my bible!).

The challenge: write a short poem with the theme: “Covid-19 Vaccination.”

Please enjoy my poem “DEAR COVID” below.

If you want to learn more about the contest, go to: https://rhymezone.com/contest/2021/?w=4

Thanks, as always, for your support! 🙂

My #50PreciousWords Writing Contest entry!

Guess what?! Yup! Yet another writing contest! This time it is Vivian Kirkfield’s #50PreciousWords Contest!

(I know, you’re thinking — really, Rebecca? AGAIN with the contests?) Sorry, guys, can’t help it. I can’t resist a challenge — and this one is a doozy!

(By the way, don’t you just love the word “doozy”- oh, and “skeedaddle”! But I digress…)

The Challenge: Write a story appropriate for kids ages 12 or under, that has a total word count of 50 or less.

ONLY 50 WORDS ! To tell a whole complete story with characters and a beginning, middle, and end! Well, it wasn’t easy, but I gave it a shot. Coming in at EXACTLY 50 words, I give you WE’LL WEATHER TOGETHER!

Thanks for reading! And if you’d like to read and support all the other amazing writers participating, please visit Vivian’s blog here: https://viviankirkfield.com/2021/03/02/50preciouswords-2021-is-officially-open/

Missing My Friends….

Hey Everyone,

Man, the whole pandemic thing is starting to get OLD, am I right? I just realized tomorrow is Groundhog Day, which I think is kinda funny because hasn’t it been Groundhog Day for the last 11 months? And here I sit, stuck inside with 2.5 feet of snow on the ground (and more to come, I’m told), and I’m just feeling ALL the BLAH. So, anyway, I wrote this poem a couple weeks ago, but it felt like the right moment to share it. So, to all my friends… this one is for you. I miss your beautiful faces so much. xoxo

My 2020 Susanna Hill Holiday Contest Entry!

Hello Everyone! As many of you know by now, I love writing contests! Prompts and deadlines are my JAM! (Otherwise, I seriously could tinker on my poems and stories FOREVER!). This entry is for Susanna Hill’s 10th Annual Holiday Contest for Children’s Writers.

The prompt/rules: “Write a children’s holiday story (for children ages 12 and under) about a “Holiday Helper.” The story must have kid-appeal, a main character, a true narrative arc, and it may not exceed 250 words.”

Here’s my best shot… Thanks for reading and HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! 🙂


By Rebecca Gardyn Levington

244 words

[Note: “Shamash” is pronounced “shah-MAHSH”]

The menorah’s “helper candle,” the Shamash, as she is known,

has never ever asked for help. She likes to work alone.

For all eight nights of Hannukah, Shamash ignites each candle.

“A gust of wind? A sneeze? A fan? There’s nothing I can’t handle!”

Shamash can’t wait to start night one! She’s luminous and strong!

She dazzles on the second night and hums The Dreidel Song.

Night three arrives. Shamash continues beaming, all aglow.

But on night four she flickers, fades. Her pacing starts to slow.

Her blaze begins to dim night five. She fights with all her might.

But on night six, she’s feeling faint. “I…mustn’t…lose…my….light!”

The seventh night, Shamash is snuffed. She’s lost all spunk and spark.

“I blew it! I’m extinguished!” she says, sobbing in the dark.

“Need a light?” A voice calls out from up upon the shelf.

“You mustn’t feel you need to do this job all by yourself!”

A little lighter flicks a flame, announcing: “Hi, I’m Bic!”

“And I’m Shamash!” She brightens, as he lights her wilted wick.

Shamash, at last, alight again, illuminates the rest.

She beams as all eight candles gleam. “I love night eight the best!

“Oh, Bic! You are a miracle! You saved our holiday!”

“I’m happy I could help,” he says, then tucks his torch away.

Shamash prefers to work alone. “But this year, I’ll admit,

that thanks to you, my new friend Bic, this Hannukah is LIT!”