Longing for water, by Britta Benson

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Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry challenge.

The prompt guideline, set by Sylvia Cognac: write a poem that contains the word ‘water’. Here’s the link to the full blog post: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/08/03/w3-prompt-14-weave-written-weekly/

I write about water a lot. It’s one of my favourite subject that never ceases to amaze me. Perhaps it’s due to the fact that I was born in a place, as landlogged as one could possibly imagine…

I now live in Scotland with water everywhere, left, right, top and bottom. Even after more than two decades in my ‘new’ country, I appreciate the unashamed novelty of ocean, drop by drop. I cannot help but look at water like I’ve never seen it before, for the simple fact that I’ve never seen THIS water before.

So, here goes. Water.

Longing for water

Longing for water,
want of drifting.
My speck in amongst souls,
like plankton.
Food for someone.

Longing for water,
medium of flow and undertow.
One continuous journey
with the murmurs of a heartbeat
that does not need to arrive.

Longing for water,
the tickling freshness of currents.
Temperature changes in swirls.
To be nothing in something
and everything in this all.

Longing for water.
When I’m truly rested
in the ease of travel,
I’ll remember who I am.
And then, I’ll swim.

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