Waldmueller, or: Loss of detail

Now that NaPoWriMo has come to an end, I can enjoy my ‘usual’ prompt routine. TankaTuesday is one of my regular stops for inspiration and I particularly enjoy Colleen’s ekphrastic prompts. Click here to see this week’s Waldmueller painting and read the full prompt description: https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2023/05/02/tankatuesday-ekphrastic-poetry-challenge-no-318/ Waldmueller, famous for painting the detail of details, to

NaPoWriMo, Day 12, Why I appreciate you

NaPoWriMo, Day 12 and the prompt is to have a conversation with our poem, or write a poem that addresses itself. I chose one of my favourite poetic forms, the Shadorma, a syllabic poem (3/5/3/3/7/5 syllables) and I enjoyed the exercise very much. Why I appreciate you Shadorma swings and sways, tidal thoughts, driftwood, washed

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.

When all else fails, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s Tanka Tuesday challenge. The prompt: Write syllabic poetry about a spice. Read the full guidelines here: https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2023/02/28/tankatuesday-thespiceoflife-poetry-challenge-no-309-2-28-23/ I chose my go to remedy for just about everything: the knobbly ginger root, and I serenaded this perfect accompaniment to life’s ups and downs in a shadorma. When all else fails

Spill, by Britta Benson

This week’s Tanka Tuesday challenge tickled the silly corners of my writer’s soul. Colleen challenged us to pick at least three words from her list of random words and to then write a piece of syllabic poetry. You can find her post here: https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2023/01/31/tankatuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-305-1-31-23/ So, I thought, why not write a piece entirely made up

Slowly, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s Tanka Tuesday photo prompt. You can find the image by clicking on this link to Colleen’s page: https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2023/01/24/tankatuesday-ekphrastic-poetry-challenge-no-304/ I have chosen the Shadorma form. One of my favourite forms of syllabic poetry. Slowly Warm fingers, memories of cold, intertwined, protected, winter knows how to burn souls. No ice thick

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,

Not today, by Britta Benson

Ha! Another autumn poem about leaves… you’d think I’d be a little more imaginative… But I love autumn leave and I think, their dance should be celebrated. A magic transformation right in front of our eyes… what a show. I often wonder, how the leaves feel about this change of colour, change of all. Here’s

Autumn from my point of view, by Britta Benson

Autumn, from the point of view of a leaf. Why not? Here’s my shadorma. Autumn from my point of view Last to fall. Held on, sun-soaked, cold. Letting go of summer, hardest part of growing old. Watch my dance of life.

Writer’s night, by Britta Benson

Here’s a silly one… of sorts. Just me playing around with the shadorma form. Learning. Also looking into ways of describing the colour of dusk. Be warned. I’ll be looking into dawn next… Writer’s night Dusk, egg yolk spreads on angel wings. Last light hurts, clock ticks, tocks, pen seeks shelter on thin lines. Pages