View from my window, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s Tanka Tuesday prompt ‘View outside your window’ (https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2023/03/28/tankatuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-313-3-28-23/). I decided to write down exactly what I can see at this point in time and to use a shadorma poem to express it. The shadorma, perhaps my favourite syllabic form of all. View from my window Treetops. Crows. Bud. Bud.

intricate layers of hiding, by Britta Benson

Here’s one of my responses to The Procrastinators’ Weekly Writing Prompts: Pen Names (https://theprocrastinators58220236.wordpress.com/2023/03/26/the-procrastinators-weekly-writing-prompts-pen-names/). intricate layers of hiding behind a book, better still, a newspaper, broadsheet, or an atlas of the world, plotting underneath clothes, multiple skins of knitwear, a soft and sumptuous hug, buffer zones behind doors, locks appreciated, always, the safety of in

Abandonment issues, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry challenge, set by Poet of the Week, Punam Sharma. The guideline: write a pantoum about the theme of abandonment. You can find Punam’s prompt poem and the full guidelines here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2023/03/22/w3-prompt-47-weave-written-weekly/. Regular readers of my poetry blog know, of course, that I’m not much of a ‘rhymer’.

Home Makar, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to the micro season of ‘The Sparrow Builds Her Nest’. You can find more information and plenty of haiku inspiration on Naturalist Weekly (https://naturalistweekly.com/2023/03/24/micro-season-the-sparrow-builds-her-nest-2023/). I chose to respond in the form of a haibun and to give it a little Scottish twist. I hope old and new world sparrows will find it

Spring, by Britta Benson

A bit of a silly one. I am playing around with one word poems. Rule: pick one word, only letters from this word can be used, also, letters must be used in the order they appear. Here’s my play with spring. I chose the word, because it’s been such a miserable day, soggy beyond the

What came was much stranger, by Britta Benson

Here’s a poem inspired by a line in an Ada Limon poem I read today. The line: ‘What came was much stranger’, from the poem ‘Give me this’. What came was much stranger One day, I’ll wake up with young eyes again. Eyes, that don’t know what should be there, that don’t expect sense, the

A nap, by Britta Benson

Feels like such a luxury… taking a wee nap in the middle of the day, just because I can… A nap Despite my to do list or maybe because of the weight of expectation. Bones, heavy, soul light, roaming in hope, freedom to play, dance, I don’t have to do anything, no need to know,

Vision, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to the Tanka Tuesday picture prompt. You can find the image (a Monet painting) and full guidelines by clicking on this link: https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2023/03/21/tankatuesday-ekphrastic-poetry-challenge-no-312/ Looking at the painting of a beautiful garden in bloom, I can’t help thinking about the gardener and this constant effort, this relentless fight to make nature do what

blue, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to ‘The Procrastinators’ Weekly Writing Prompts: Murals… again‘ (https://theprocrastinators58220236.wordpress.com/2023/03/19/the-procrastinators-weekly-writing-prompts-murals-again/). I love writing about the sea. blue blue, and not blue never just blue there is darkness in depth, fluorescent luminescence, the essence of origins this is where all began, in, under, on, before time was a thing and we lost our gills,

icebergs, by Britta Benson

Here’s a piece of expressive writing I did a few weeks ago. I decided not to edit it and to simply leave it as is. icebergs below the surface, clumps of soul, what matters, whole, the biggest, invisible, all, and knowing I only dare to show a pleasing, little bit, present supreme insignificance, the palatable