Dandelion, by Britta Benson

Dandelion You, phoenix! Yesterday, we mowed you down. This morning, you’re back. Just like that! You, born survivor! You thrive in the crack between two paving slabs. Your brothers laugh on our lawn. You, lion’s tooth! Plush, nutritional sun. Resilient yolk star. You don’t seem to hold a grudge. If only you were hard to

Shadow Soul, by Britta Benson

Shadow Soul The sea cut my shadow in half, left my feet safe and dry, and then swallowed my other head, drowned my second heart, late winter sun in my back. My shadow self knows about acceptance. This dark, tender soul, stretches far into unknowns, like a very slim poem, thin shades of wisdom on

The sailing boat, by Britta Benson

My poem ‘The sailing boat’ has just been published by Whispers & Echoes, an online magazine for short writing. Here’s the link, in case you want to have a look. http://whispersandechoesmag.home.blog/2022/03/21/the-sailing-boat-britta-benson/ I chose a drawing my son did when he was about four years old to publish along with my poem. I have always loved

Liars, by Britta Benson

I like to be playful with the lyrical ‘I’. When poets write ‘I’, they’re not necessarily speaking about themselves. Sometimes people, myself included, forget. Here’s a wee poem I wrote today about liars. Liars I find it hard to lie, a storyteller, I! And still, there’s got to be truth, even in the words I

Catacomb, by Britta Benson

Here is my response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. This week’s prompt: Catacomb in 77 words. I thoroughly enjoyed this challenge. Here’s the link to the prompt page: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/20204174/posts/3897839265 Catacomb What if you thrive where nobody else can find hope? What if your soul seeks her lifelong mate between efflorescence and decay? What if

Am I home yet? by Britta Benson

I wrote this poem today in response to Brian Vos’s weekly poetry prompt (www.brianvos.com). This week: Disturbing – Not disturbed. Here’s the link: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/107936767/posts/3896330399 Not sure if I stuck to the script, but this is what the prompts inspired. Am I home yet? My camping chair follows the sun, heliotropes, we, orientation for beginners. Front

A growing appreciation of grey, by Britta Benson

This poem is my response to the writing prompt ‘Green’ on The Procrastinators. Here’s the link to the prompt post: https://theprocrastinators58220236.wordpress.com/2022/03/13/sunday-writing-prompts-st-patricks-day/ A growing appreciation of grey I never cared much about green. Wanted it greener, like that infamous grass on the other side, pastures new, out of bounds, out of bite and still always, always

Chirpy, by Britta Benson

A little nature poem. I like writing tiny thumbnails, miniature pieces, capturing a moment in time. Today, I’m particularly proud using a picture my son took as image to go along with my poem. We don’t often work hand in hand. He’s fifteen, so his usual subject matter goes more along the line of Zombie

How can I still not be ready, by Britta Benson

More and more Covid restrictions are being lifted. I know that this is inevitable, that we have to move on and eventually live with the virus one way or another. I am however not quite ready yet. Most people in my surroundings seem extremely keen to leave the pandemic behind and pretend it never happened.

Peace, by Britta Benson

This poem was published in Whispers and Echoes. Here’s the link, in case you want to check out Sammi Cox’s wonderful online magazine of short writing: http://whispersandechoesmag.home.blog/2022/03/14/peace-britta-benson/ Peace I listen to the wind and hope for answers in all directions. Cold waves crash through blackened rocks, some snarl in the frill of bold white crests