My one exception is the utterly fantastic Poetry on the Lake competition run by Gabriel Griffin from the Isolde San Julio in northern Italy. What a setting to go and read and drink in some of the best poetry around!
And last year, I got my chance! Against all expectations, I had a poem commended in the formal section and was invited over. Of course, as luck would have it, my daughter arranged to deliver us our first grand-daughter during the festival in September and, as designated driver, I could hardly swan off to Lake Orta, when grandfatherly help was required nearer to home.
Anyway, in the vain hope that lightning might strike twice, I am entering again this year. Its cheaper to get your entries in early and its not signicantly over my budget, so hope as they say springs eternal. I have also checked with my children and their partners and it appears nobody will be procreating around the autumnal equinox. Now all I need is a poem.
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Hope you get a second bite of the cherry, Peter.
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