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Water, held hostage by frost

Here’s my response to the micro season of ‘The Mountain Stream Freezes’ on Mark S’s blog ‘Naturalist Weekly’ ( How does water feel, when forced into a sudden rigid stare? Surely, this is an element that likes its freedom to roam? Water, held hostage by frost Chrystal sharp embrace. Cold interrupts free hearts’ flow. IciclesContinue reading “Water, held hostage by frost”


Where did you go? by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry prompt, set by poet of the week Brandon Ellrich. The challenge this week: Write a riddle or puzzle poem. You can find the full guidelines as well as Brandon’s prompt poem here: My contribution is not much of a riddle. You’ll instantly know what I’m talkingContinue reading “Where did you go? by Britta Benson”

to know, by Britta Benson

I normally don’t do this. Post the same content on ‘Britta’s Blog – Letters from Scotland’ and ‘Odds & Ends’. This little poem, though, deserves another outing. Here goes: to know to know when to mock ‘must’, to imagine life with joy, to love the eternal rain and sum up bliss

at dusk, by Britta Benson

More blackout poetry. I’m a woman with a mission. I’m ploughing my way through ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’. This one, I did yesterday. at dusk love poetry recited from memory about to crumble into dust love wrapped in want that very last moment arrived early

no alternative, by Britta Benson

Ya. Another one of my blackout poems from my ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’ project. I’m having fun. It’s the perfect activity for a rather nondescript January. Still finding my footing in this year, 2023. No rush. no alternative lost in the void, delighted, delighted by delight, the intimacy of life to laugh, afterContinue reading “no alternative, by Britta Benson”

that incurable addiction to serenade, by Britta Benson

Yet another blackout poem from my ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’ project. I love the title! I love the process. And I love the result. Here goes, ‘that incurable addiction to serenade’: that incurable addiction to serenade love tasted pleasure in other dreams unequal pieces awoke, asked permission to request simplicity and rage soContinue reading “that incurable addiction to serenade, by Britta Benson”

Seize the day, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry challenge. The guideline, set by Denise DeVries: Use a random word or first line generator as inspiration for your poem. You can find the full guidelines and Denise’s prompt poem here: So, I did just that. I used a random word generator, set it at 6Continue reading “Seize the day, by Britta Benson”

the writer, by Britta Benson

I’m ploughing my way through ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’. I still love my blackout poetry project. Today, I did another four pages and I want to share this one with you. It amused me to ‘find’ this writer on the page. the writer the writer mingled with love, toasted memory lack of maturityContinue reading “the writer, by Britta Benson”

Job description, by Britta Benson

Here’s a wee poem I wrote during an expressive writing session yesterday. I attend the weekly online group hosted by Michelle Berberet, free tickets available on Eventbrite. These workshops have been a fixture in my diary for quite some time now. Such a lovely bunch of writers! Job description I have been colder. Life hasContinue reading “Job description, by Britta Benson”

Morning routine, by Britta Benson

This poem was inspired by this week’s Tanka Tuesday challenge to write a senryū poem, or a series of senryū. You can find the full guidelines and explanations/examples here: Here goes: Morning routine Heating on full blast, sleepy fingers start to itch, seek warmth from pages. Dawn, reluctant awe, accompanies my journey, not quiteContinue reading “Morning routine, by Britta Benson”