This shardoma is my response to Tanka Tuesday’s Specific Form challenge. https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/09/13/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-289-9-13-22-specificform-shadorma/ Just a wee impression from my morning walk. Just before dawn Sea rumbles in the early breeze. Breath of tide. Last night’s dream idles on crests towards land. There is no one here.
This wee poem was inspired by last night’s Procrastinators’ prompts. (https://theprocrastinators58220236.wordpress.com/2022/09/12/sunday-writing-prompts-syllabic-poetry/) Downpour Rain cleanses the air. What a relief for hayfever sufferers. A lot of work for humble water. Never ending. Pitter, plop, patter, drop from above. Splash on leaf. Sky tears melt on green.
That late buddleia flower Mid September, and a very last flourish of nature. The butterflies flutter and rejoice, not a minute to waste… I watch their excited little dance, admire the unadulterated happiness purple brings. Until next year. Make most of last bloom! Full colour seeks mirror feast. Last rush before rest.
September haibun Early autumn and the leaves on the trees seem to negotiate their colour and condition on a daily basis. I love this time of year, this give and take of change, the slight hesitations and then, that wholehearted surrender. Limbo, almost. Leaf! Breeze whispers, chill tugs, night weighs… Still waiting. Not yet!
Here’s my response to Rebecca’s Poetry Challenge on http://www.fakeflamenco.com (https://fakeflamenco.com/2022/09/06/august-2022-poetry-challenge/). Theme this month: Wind, using the literary device of anaphora, all in eight lines. I struggled with the challenge… until I read another blogpost, by Margaret, completely unrelated, about travel on buses, planes, boats, cars and trains (https://margaret21.com/2022/09/08/buses-and-planes-boats-cars-and-trains/). In it, she wrote the line ‘CarContinue reading “Wind, by Britta Benson”
A little note I wrote, while sitting on a bench yesterday evening. Some things Some things, I can change, others, I need to sit with. Bench in field, vantage point, trees, someone loved Rowan, many decades ago. Sun in and out of undecided clouds. Thistles, spent, soft tufts, beige fluff, ready to disperse. Wind playsContinue reading “Some things, by Britta Benson”
Here’s my response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. This week, the word is ‘Avian’, with a word count of 29 (https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/09/03/weekend-writing-prompt-275-avian/) 29? Quite enough. Avian lifestyle advice for earthbound mammals Let heavy minds become volitant. With a little help, they will soar. Allow hearts purposeless flutters. This will strengthen all wings. Imagination defies gravity.Continue reading “Avian lifestyle advice for earthbound mammals, by Britta Benson”
Here’s my response to this week’s W3 prompt, set by Steven S. Wallace. This week, the challenge is to write an ekphrastic poem inspired by a picture Steven took. I did not manage to copy his photograph onto my blog, so I chose an image, similar in spirit, I took a couple of years ago.Continue reading “Boots on the ground, by Britta Benson”
A brief history of everything Summer wants to leave. Days long to be shorter. Trees look within, ready to shed what doesn’t serve, withdraw, rest, dream. Some, for a while. Others, forever. This transition, no big deal. Just a brief history of everything.
This wee poem was inspired by yesterday’s Moonwashed Challenge. Theme: Ambitious. Here’s the link to the full blog post: https://amanpan.blog/2022/08/23/moonwashed-challenge-ambitious-august-23-2022/. Ambitious Counting hours, years, words, fingers won’t suffice. Cold, rain, cold. How many lines does it take to forget the old? Be kind to paper. Trees bear witness with practised stoicism, but won’t take onContinue reading “Ambitious, by Britta Benson”