Ambitious, by Britta Benson

This wee poem was inspired by yesterday’s Moonwashed Challenge. Theme: Ambitious. Here’s the link to the full blog post: Ambitious Counting hours, years, words, fingers won’t suffice. Cold, rain, cold. How many lines does it take to forget the old? Be kind to paper. Trees bear witness with practised stoicism, but won’t take onContinue reading “Ambitious, by Britta Benson”

Friendly advice from nature, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge over at ( This week, the theme is ‘Lessons from nature‘. I chose to write an etheree. The poem seemed to naturally flow that way. Friendly advice from nature Be tidal, seasonal, let come go, grow, change and develop. Respect rest, hibernate. Accept darkness, allow light,Continue reading “Friendly advice from nature, by Britta Benson”

River, by Britta Benson

Just a little observation, today. About a river. River River doesn’t know how far she’ll have to go before she can spill into the all. She’ll reach that mouth from which she can escape into another at exactly the right time. River does, what river must at the speed of water. Obstacles, simply challenges, pointsContinue reading “River, by Britta Benson”

El Real Alcázar de Sevilla, by Britta Benson

This week, Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing prompt is ‘Alcazar’, with a word count of 76. ( I instantly knew what I wanted to write about! My first trip to Andalucia in 1999, my very first encounter with this type of architecture and beauty. I was mesmerized. It really did feel as though I was putContinue reading “El Real Alcázar de Sevilla, by Britta Benson”

Musings of an Obliteration Room sticker sheet, by Britta Benson

A few days ago, I visited the Tate Modern in London. Until the end of August, people can take part in the Obliteration Room, an interactive artwork by Yayoi Kusama. It’s basically a big, white apartment in the Turbine Hall of the museum, and visitors can walk through the various rooms. At the entrance, everyoneContinue reading “Musings of an Obliteration Room sticker sheet, by Britta Benson”

This is that feeling, by Britta Benson

This is that feeling Summer of ‘83. Thirteen, underdeveloped, ridiculous. On my white t-shirt, tiny multi-coloured stars. Yellow, green, satin shorts, no fashion sense, even back then. My rainbow rollerskates act like the wings of a mythical beast. I glide, I dart, weave. And I know: this is that feeling. Free. Wind. Fast. Me.

National Bad Poetry Day, by Britta Benson

It’s National Bad Poetry Day today. I wrote about it on Britta’s Blog (, but of course I couldn’t refuse contributing my own Bad Poetry Day poem. It had to be done… Here goes: National Bad Poetry Day At the end of a day, miles of thread that won’t weave… Lines upon lines, their texturesContinue reading “National Bad Poetry Day, by Britta Benson”

Behaving like humans, by Britta Benson

This poem was inspired by a free expressive writing workshop, run by Michelle Berberet ( These Tuesday classes have become a fixture in my diary and I cannot recommend them highly enough. The group is simply wonderful. Supportive. Creative. Human… Behaving like humans Simple. One rule. Send love. In a breath, a thought, a word,Continue reading “Behaving like humans, by Britta Benson”

Seen through pane, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to Reena Saxena’s Poetry Challenge over at Word Craft Poetry ( This week, the theme is ekphrastic poetry and Reena has provided a drawing as inspiration. You can see Reena’s beautiful piece by clicking on the link above. Here’s the scene: This morning, as I read the blogs I follow, I cameContinue reading “Seen through pane, by Britta Benson”

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