We’re coming up to the two-thirds mark, and I continue to be astonished at the steady trickle of poems coming in. We have a good couple of dozen to hand now. With some very quirky titles. Obviously judging a poem by its title is no better than judging a book by its cover. But, in both cases, there are some that just make you want to put everything else aside and sit down to read. I won’t, until after the competition has ended and they’ve all been printed out, safe and anonymous. But still. Deary deary me.
I can see that there’s a good amount of inspiration sloshing about today. I must go out and try to splash in some.
A Dark Feathered Art 