My poems are like Winter Aconite which is a poisonous plant with a deceptively pretty flower.
Tuesday, 14 February 2012
Sonnets again...
Whoever told me to write sonnets has a lot to answer for. If the rhyme is right, the volta is in the wrong place, if the volta is right, the rhyme is wrong. There is a domino effect...change one word and the whole poem has to change. I'm not ready to give up yet... Meanwhile Sintra is basking in winter sunshine, which means a drought must be on the way.
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