Design a site like this with
Get started

I’ll be brief, by Britta Benson

Short and sweet. A blackout poem, I did a while ago on a page from a Philippa Gregory novel. I’m not a huge fan. Not my cup of tea. Still, hugely popular. ‘The Red Queen’, a book my library discarded, because it had gone through so many hands, that it was falling apart. This isContinue reading “I’ll be brief, by Britta Benson”


Eyes, by Britta Benson

Here’s a piece of blackout poetry I completed this morning. Not quite my magnum opus, not even close, still, I had fun. I wrote about it in my blog, too, in case you’re curious: Eyes Eyes know, ask, answer. Eyes see, remember, admit. Eyes search, stare, try. Eyes know.

11, by Britta Benson

Oh my… look at this! I’m turning a book into a zebra! I’m having so much fun with blackout poetry right now. My aim is to fill in all the pages. Patterns change. Right now, though, for some strange reason I cannot really explain, my favourite pattern seems to be zebra-ish. Hey ho, here’s theContinue reading “11, by Britta Benson”

trust, by Britta Benson

Just a blackout poem for you today. I like playing around, experimenting. I give you ‘trust’. trust trust Completely. Everyone is corrupt here. So are you. believe break take Would you like to dream? What is it like?

Wonder, by Britta Benson

Another found poem… I’m having fun colouring in words. And I want to make clear that my choice of book does in no way represent a judgement on the quality of writing. It’s all a very simple matter of availability. Today’s page comes from a book my local library discarded a while ago, because itContinue reading “Wonder, by Britta Benson”

Your life, by Britta Benson

I’m enjoying blackout poetry right now. Here’s a wee something I found on Saturday. Your life Your life, don’t think. Understand in and out. Look. Look. Understand. That’s an open invitation. Feel luck. Cracker. Dance.

The same, by Britta Benson

Did an erasure poem last night. Always great fun. Felt slightly irreverent, using the constitution of the United States of America. I guess, there’s no harm done. Just a little poetic play. I like the end result enough to stick it on this blog. Here goes. The same (Erasure Poem using words from a pageContinue reading “The same, by Britta Benson”