New Pome Competition
Much as I like to see the Wolf avatar in all its glory on the front page, one problem about winning a comp is the duty of setting the next.
There I was, sittimg idly on the terrace, consuming a piece of boar fresh off the barbie with a green salad and a glass of Cave Country wondering what should be the subject of the next competition. Then, out of a clear blue sky, a flock of migratory swifts appeared, diving down in Dambuster fashion to grab a drink from the pool and flying unashanedly within the pillars of the terrace.
So, I thought, SWIFT, noun or adjective, any form from limerick to plain verse to iambic pentameter. All entries to be in by midnight GMT, 15th July, the anniversary of my whelping.
Plase leave any entries here.