I rarely enter poetry competitions anymore. Occasionally I am tempted to try my hand at book awards or other literary honors because it is necessary to dip a finger into the water from time to time. For the most part, I keep my head down and concentrate on writing and developing my work in my own particular ways.
A little while ago – actually quite a long while, now, due to the intervention of the Coronavirus – one of the organisers of the iconic Man From Snowy River Bush Festival alerted me to a competition they were planning to hold that combined writing and photography.
At that time I was starting to engage in what I now describe as ‘picture poetry’ and was in the middle of writing a series featuring a local flock of pigeons as my inspiration for some quasi-meditative verse. The whole business of writing to images was on my mind, so I entered and then promptly forgot that I’d done so.
Today was nice!
If you’d like to know a little more about the overall Elyne Mitchell Writing Award, there is a Facebook page with a little more information, here.
In the meantime, I’ll post a fresh copy of the winning poem in a subsequent post. Find it here.