Slowly, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s Tanka Tuesday photo prompt. You can find the image by clicking on this link to Colleen’s page: https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2023/01/24/tankatuesday-ekphrastic-poetry-challenge-no-304/ I have chosen the Shadorma form. One of my favourite forms of syllabic poetry. Slowly Warm fingers, memories of cold, intertwined, protected, winter knows how to burn souls. No ice thick

Loss, by Britta Benson

Another poem about grief. Doesn’t really need an introduction. Like most people, I live with grief. I have my own take on it. Here goes. Loss is not a lack, a gap, with fixed dimensions. Absence comes and goes, grows into a tidal beast, famished crashing waves, eating hearts, licking wounds, seeking, always finding. Then,

Serenity, by Britta Benson

A wee poetic seed took hold and flourished almost clandestinely. I love it when that happens, when a poem grows, unfolds and then simply says, ‘hey presto, you’ve been expecting me’. Here goes. Serenity The iridescent pearls of introspection, the shimmer of wildest possibility, a glimpse of hope in full flight. Fleeting, weightless, quiet. Serenity