Clouds, by Britta Benson

Just a silly wee one. My quest today: Find out if one can stare into the sky for too long. I’ll leave the judgement up to you. Clouds Clouds travel like pros. No baggage, just water. Always, keep hydrated. Clouds seek no one’s approval. Do their thing. Sometimes subtle, pointillist blots, scattered in the mostContinue reading “Clouds, by Britta Benson”

Stillness, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to Brian Vos’ Weekly Poetry Prompt. Theme this week: Stillness. You can read his full blog post here: I like responding to prompts. Sometimes, it’s an organic process that takes a while to get to where it needs to go. Other times, a poem simply manifests, hey presto, and becomes fullyContinue reading “Stillness, by Britta Benson”

Longing for water, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry challenge. The prompt guideline, set by Sylvia Cognac: write a poem that contains the word ‘water’. Here’s the link to the full blog post: I write about water a lot. It’s one of my favourite subject that never ceases to amaze me. Perhaps it’s due toContinue reading “Longing for water, by Britta Benson”

On water, by Britta Benson

I crossed the Channel on from Dunkerque to Dover today, spending a good chunk of the journey on deck, staring at the water. Here’s what I thought: On water Who does water belong to? Lines on charts mark territories. Water laughs, moves, here, there, depending on tides, winds, the murmur of moments. We draw borders,Continue reading “On water, by Britta Benson”

Wrong, by Britta Benson

Wrong Wrong, just a matter of right, seen from another side of the same round world. Your day, my night, never quite catching up, bound by otherness. Opposites? Just long distance friendships tied with the unobtrusive courtesy of freedom.

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 (, 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: Here’s my response… inspired byContinue reading “That moment, by Britta Benson”

I can’t help but follow your flight, by Britta Benson

I love butterflies. I have written plenty of poems about butterflies and in all likelihood, I’ll write many more… so here’s yet another one. I can’t help but follow your flight I can’t help but follow your flight. Peacock, Admiral, Cabbage White, Common Blue, Painted Lady, Comma, Comma, maybe… Your fickle flitter tickles my flutter.Continue reading “I can’t help but follow your flight, by Britta Benson”

Evening walk, by Britta Benson

I like weeds. Simple as. Evening walk All the way along the setting sun, weeds guard my world with pride, flank soil and stones with dots of yes. Fields of barley, maize, sunflowers, my grand scenarios, worst case, best, meet almost translucent poppy perspective, catch the blue moons of cornflower curiosity. Yarrows yawn at myContinue reading “Evening walk, by Britta Benson”

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