Behaving like humans, by Britta Benson

This poem was inspired by a free expressive writing workshop, run by Michelle Berberet (https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/expressive-writing-zoom-workshop-fall-session-tickets-399661768107?aff=ebdssbdestsearch&keep_tld=1). 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”

Settled, by Britta Benson

I love yarrow. Especially the various stages of going into seed. Fascinating plant. Weed? I suppose so. On my evening walk, I stopped and stopped again to look at the spent flowers and I thought, hey, someone needs to write a poem about yarrow. Here goes… Settled Evening walk, sun’s final path lined by commonContinue reading “Settled, by Britta Benson”

The tenacity of centenarians

I love cacti. Tonight I attended a cacti-themed nature writing workshop lead by Lizzie Elliot from Seawyld (www.seawyld.com), and here’s the poem I wrote. Cacti are wonderful creatures. They deserve a good few poems written about them. The tenacity of centenarians You snatch your angel’s share from mists and time, borrow moisture from the wind,Continue reading “The tenacity of centenarians”

That moment, by Britta Benson

Every week, I look forward to the W3 poetry challenge, hosted by David on The Skeptic’s Kaddish. This week, the guidelines, set by A.J. Wilson, are as follows: Write a poem in no more than 12 lines, include the word ‘waiting’. Here’s the link to the full blog post: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/07/27/w3-prompt-13-weave-written-weekly/ Here’s my response… inspired byContinue reading “That moment, by Britta Benson”

In security, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to Brian Vos’s Weekly Poetry Prompt. This week, the theme is ‘insecurity’. Here’s the link to the full blog post: https://brianvos.com/2022/07/15/insecurity-your-weekly-poetry-prompt/ As per usual, I’m taking the prompt round the corner and for a wee walk. Here goes: In security In security lies calm. In security lies peace. In security lies theContinue reading “In security, by Britta Benson”

Lake, by Britta Benson

I’ve never written a lanturne. This is a first. I came across a challenge on Word Craft Poetry and couldn’t resist. Here’s the link to the full blog post: https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/07/12/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-280-specificform-lanturne-or-lanterne/ Initially, I struggled with a theme. Then, I thought, hey, I’m swimming in a lake every day, so why not use that? So without anyContinue reading “Lake, by Britta Benson”

Gods, by Britta Benson

I usually write a response to Brian Vos’s Weekly Poetry Prompt. This week, the prompt is ‘Faith’ and I struggled for a wee while with a response. Here’s the link to his blog post: https://brianvos.com/2022/07/08/faith-your-weekly-poetry-prompt/ Then, the local miniature railway enthusiasts held their annual exhibition in the building next to where I’m staying. I madeContinue reading “Gods, by Britta Benson”

Grass angels, by Britta Benson

Grass angels Lying in the lush, sun on my heart, hand reaches out to you, the sky, that cinnabar moth on the buttercup. We laugh. Secret of survival. Our souls make it to the next level, that foreign land, called home.

To a friend, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt. This week, the prompt word is ‘flippant’ with a word count of 74. You can read the full post here: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/07/02/weekend-writing-prompt-266-flippant/ There’s a story to this piece. When I read the prompt word ‘flippant’, I immediately thought of an old school friend who flippantly suggested, that ifContinue reading “To a friend, by Britta Benson”

Silvering, by Britta Benson

I’ve been thinking about driftwood. Also, about aging. About how driftwood becomes more and more bleached by the elements, almost silver. About the flotsam and jetsam of life and that led me to the line ‘flot some and jet some’. The poetic journey began. Here goes: Silvering Ghosts come and go, like people, really. LetContinue reading “Silvering, by Britta Benson”

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