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Winklings Celebrates its 100th Contest (A Series) -Contest B RE-OPENED

Winklings B -

If you enter this contest, you may enter any others in the 100th that you are eligible for.


For Winkling members who have won only one gold in all Winkling contests.

Entrants outside of Winklings get yourself invited! Invitee name must be placed in author's notes, as long as you know a Winkling!


Form - Free verse.

Re-opened as two cannot make a contest.

 

Prompt:

"The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And, as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name."
"A Midsummer Night's Dream" (5.1.7-12), Theseus to his companions.


Maximum Two Entries Allowed per poet.

Quality of entry should be at a level fit for an anthology publication.




THE RULES:

1. Proper spelling, grammar, and punctuation are required and WILL matter
2. Please, no sticky caps
3. No cutting, suicide, or self-mutilation
4. No erotica, tastefully sensual is ok as long as it fits the subject matter
5. Step out of the box and learn
6. If you use an image, please credit accordingly
7. Please left align - unless your poem specifically calls for a different format
8. It's ALL about the poetry


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Contest is Over

  • Contest was judged on August 20, 2008
  • Rewards: Gold: 2500, Silver: 1060, Bronze: 530
  • Final notes:


    All five of the entries to this contest were enjoyable.

    The prompt quote fathoms the depth of the poets mind, not just what flows from the pen outward, but the inner cogs, spindles and wheels that turn the ordinary word into exemplary phrase.

    The gold winner showed a vivid example of the very propulsion to beautiful verse.

    Silver showed a play by play schematic of this, highlighting the very nuts and bolts of the process and the bronze winner had a unique take on the prompt by showing what happens when the great inner cogs slow and grind – when words do not come easily – which is as much a part of the inner muse as when the waters flow freely.

    Thank you all for these entries. You were all a pleasure to read. Congratulations to our winners!

  • To judge this contest, you need to have at least as many finalists as you have rewards. You have 3 awards but only 2 finalists.

Contest Winners

  1. I lived in longing fields of loneliness,
    where sounds of silence sought the tempting moods
    by R S Adams Jr 17 lines, 4 comments, on Jun 22 1:36 PM 2008. In Love
    Gold trophy winner
    • Commented on by judge. [remove]
  2. Fires of portent grasping
    mildewed words
    by quantumsurveyor 18 lines, 2 comments, on Aug 3 7:25 AM 2008. In Contest, Thoughts, Personal
    Silver trophy winner
    • Commented on by judge. [remove]

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