The deadline for the Strokestown Poetry Competition is Monday week so I better get my skates on and take up my pen if I'm going to enter. 70 lines is the maximum for this and it's 5 euro per poem to enter. And since it's Sunday I think I'll retreat into myself and look for an enchanted hour or two in nature. Perhaps some lovely thoughts will come my way then, like butterflies alighting on a flower in a summer coloured garden but without using so typical an image, I need something vivid and real, something tangible, and so it's time to open the door to the realm of possibility...
Be back later!
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