wild, by Britta Benson

Here’s my blackout response to yesterday’s Procrastinators’ Writing Prompts: Wild (https://theprocrastinators58220236.wordpress.com/2023/03/12/the-procrastinators-weekly-writing-prompts-wild/). Bit of a coincidence. Let’s just call it serendipity. And yes, it’s another one of my ‘Orlando’ pages. I hope to complete this project by the end of this month. wild wild clasped words clouds of self mused, trailed, seemed to have partners, passed

beneath an old memory, by Britta Benson

I’ve got a holiday project. A change from ‘Love in Time of Cholera’. I picked up an old copy of Virginia Woolf’s ‘Orlando’, a book she called ‘a writer’s holiday’, so what could be more appropriate? beneath an old memory beneath an old memory, half suffocated from victory, love knew the usual way croaked out

distance, by Britta Benson

Another one of my ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’ blackout poems. Fifty more to go, and then I’ll have completed my project! distance distance the secret of presence life, aware of the risks involved, promised everything, but everything was left for later fear, a hurried, problematic thought, forgot forgot even the past, the anguish

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

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 maturity

luck, by Britta Benson

Another blackout poem from my ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’ project. Perfect for today, Friday 13th. luck a provisional appointment, the practical side final, prudent, strict, agreed to absolute secrecy, also agreed to delay for as long as I can remember

threads, by Britta Benson

Another blackout poem taken from ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’. threads threads find darkness, the pages of the book still uncut, read slowly, meander, ache, pause, suspend the idea of having to change for other, rock slowly, rock regret, own a voice, care.

places, by Britta Benson

More blackout poetry. I love the fact that I never know where the words will take me. This poem went a lot darker than I expected. Still, food for thought. places the center, sleep spills on spirits occupied by last year’s beauty the country, precious and ordinary, each place struck by time and anger, the

to write, by Britta Benson

Last poem for 2022. Another one from my blackout project. Love in the Time of Cholera. Thanks for stopping by! to write to write, to endure, to discover, to do, love, sense, desert, interpret, to struggle with time, decisions, life, a single detail, the rush of passion, despair, destiny.

Later, by Britta Benson

I’m enjoying my new blackout poetry project. I’m working my way through ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’. So far, I’ve blacked out twelve pages. Here’s one I did earlier. Later Patience followed, a good companion for anyone. A patient urgency was obligatory. A friend, a home, a curiosity, so foreign, so clear. The first