Baking Christmas, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to the micro season of ‘The Tachibana First Turns Yellow’. I love reading about these Japanese micro seasons over on https://naturalistweekly.com/2022/12/02/micro-season-the-tachibana-first-turns-yellow/. So, this week, it’s all about citrus fruit. Quite befitting. My home has a distinct citrus smell these days due to all the Christmas baking happening right now. I instantly thought

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The theory of everything, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry challenge, set by Sylvia. You can find her prompts poem and guidelines by clicking on this link: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/11/30/w3-prompt-31-weave-written-weekly/ Theme this week: food/food preparation, form: shadorma. I instantly thought of baking bread. I’m German. I love bread, in particular sourdough bread – or, what I call, ‘proper bread,

Zest, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. This week: Zest, in 41 words. Here’s the link to the original blog post: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/06/04/weekend-writing-prompt-262-zest/ I usually try to take the prompt as far away from the literal meaning of the word as possible. This time round, I stuck closer to the core… or, did I?

The Gathering, by Britta Benson

The size of my tea cupboard is ridiculous. I mean, hey, how many different teas does one woman need? Turns out, quite a few. There’s a lot going on in my tea cupboard. So much so, that I wrote a poem about this gathering of leaves. Just a wee silly one. Here goes: The Gathering

Where the mind dwells, by Britta Benson

Here is my response to Brian Vos’ Weekly Writing Prompt (www.brianvos.com). Theme this week: Where the mind dwells. (https://brianvos.com/2022/04/01/where-the-mind-dwells-your-weekly-poetry-prompt/) My mind often dwells on words. Random words I simply like the sound of. So here are four of my favourite words along with little musings of my mind… Enjoy! Where the mind dwells Cashew. More

Potato, by Britta Benson

So what do you, when you wake up and your first thought is: ‘I want to write a poem about a potato’? I don’t know about you, but I can tell you what I did. I wrote a poem about a potato. Just for fun. I’d like to pretend that my morning thoughts are noble,

Picking brambles, by Britta Benson

I went for a walk an picked brambles. My local area is full of blackberry bushes and right now is the perfect time to pick this precious fruit, the most mysterious of all the summer fruit. Takes the longest to ripen and is so full of goodness – while I was picking the brambles, I