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This is a post in two parts.
For the first - please click
here for a wonderful post by Leila Rasheed. Above is her photo of a sheep which I really like, even though it isn't exactly the sharp-eyed end.
For the second - I've been thinking about an informal poetry reading I was part of one evening on Islay the week before last. It was in my hosts' sitting room with a fine view out over the evening bay and across to the square white lighthouse of the Oa. Why do I keep forgetting how much I like poetry? Writing it, listening to it, reading it out loud? I don't know. I'm going to try to get back into poetry properly. I really am. Writing it, submitting it - and I'm going to try to find some Open Mic evenings and stand up and read it.
See if I don't. Though perhaps that should be, See, if I don't, could you just boot me gently in my poetical posterior.
Cheers, Joan.
P.S. Anyone who knows about Open Mic opportunities within an evening's travelling distance of Fife, please give me a shout.
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