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.

OZ

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Just loping around. Extremely fond of roast boar in particular, meat in general and cooking on the barbie. Fish is good too.

30 thoughts on “New Pome Competition”

  2. I always think of Swift when it come to poetry, OZ, but I must confess that I’m not quite up to his standard.

    I will, nevertheless, have a bash. 🙂

  3. Full moon tomorrow, Bilby. Think hard and quickly, and none of that displacement activity.

    You too, Araminta.

    OZ

  4. Well done OZ. I will have a go if I can find the time, preoccupied by storm damage and obligation to vacate city house (due to sale). July 15 a good day, same birthday as my younger brother, St. Swithin’s as I am sure you know, big obligations regarding rain an’ all.

  6. Well coat me in chocolate and throw me to the lesbians, LW. I didn’t think anyone still knew about St Swithin these days.

    OZ

  13. There was a young man called Swift
    Who once got stuck in a lift
    His butt cheeks he parted
    He thunderously farted
    Oh my, how that lift niffed!

    Boom, boom. Naughty but not nice 🙂

  18. Just a modest, very modest, contribution, Senhor Lobo:

    The swift cloud sails across the wide blue skies,
    Free from all constraints, free from all worries.
    I lay on the grass staring,
    Only watching it float away.
    Is it a house, or a whale?
    Is it now a dolphin or a fish?
    I look around, this place I where I am —
    Is it Japan? Or is it Denmark?
    I do not know, but I think I like it more
    That that place… That other place I have left
    Behind, if only temporarily,
    To play Gulliver among the Houyhnhnms.

  22. Your collective efforts seem to have placated Ethel sufficiently and last night was peaceful. I am grateful to you all.

    The pome comp is now closed and it behoves me to judge the submissions. Even to a particularly unliterary wolf it is obvious that there are some very fine entries lurking out there and I will have to do the little tappy-tappy thing on the pooter to learn more about your source materials.

    This may take a day or two, what with having a Cave full of visitors an’ all, but I’ll sort it asap.

    OZ

  23. Strangely I have just found this, browsing back over posts I had missed while away… I wrote a poem about swifts while on holiday! Too late now 🙂

  24. Lets have it anyway, Pseu. I can safely say it will receive an honourable mention even if precluded from entering the running.

    OZ

  26. Would you allow Nym’s entry, OZ, if no-one objected? I wouldn’t mind at all, but it’s your decision, of course.

  30. Ode to OZ

    The birthday headache must have passed
    With all the bottles shipped away;
    The thankyou notes now penned; at last
    A moment’s calm to welcome this new day.

    So what about the pome comp? 🙂

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