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.

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

Spring Pulse, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to Mark’s prompt, the micro-season of the first peach blossoms, on Naturalist Weekly. You can find the full prompt and a selection of haiku by clicking on this link: https://naturalistweekly.com/2023/03/10/micro-season-the-first-peach-blossoms-2023/ This moment of bud becoming blossom seems magical year upon year. I have seen many springs and it still surprises me how

Nine Mile Falls, by Britta Benson

Just a wee haiku – of sorts – in response to Tanka Tuesday’s photo prompt, a picture of Nine Mile Falls and the mist. You can find the image and all relevant information here: https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2023/03/07/tankatuesday-weekly-photoprompt-poetry-challenge-no-310-3-7-23/ I like mist. A lot. Nine Mile Falls Mist makes all self known. Clarity through obstruction. Fresh perspective falls.

Budwatch, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s micro season of ‘Plants show their first buds’ on Naturalist Weekly. You can find out more about the micro seasons as well as this prompt here: https://naturalistweekly.com/2023/03/03/micro-season-plants-show-their-first-buds-2023/. Budwatch I’ve been on spring budwatch ever since the last leaf fell. The signs, clear, as of yet, elusive. Hope, always stronger

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

Looking out the window on the early morning bus to Dundee

Here’s my response to the micro season of ‘Haze first covers the sky’ on Naturalist Weekly. You can find information about the micro season and haiku here: https://naturalistweekly.com/2023/02/24/micro-season-haze-first-covers-the-sky-2023/ A few days ago, I sat on the early bus to Dundee, looking out of the window, watching the sun rise in the morning haze. A beautiful

When the present looks like the past, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry challenge, set by Poet of the Week, Kerfe Roig. You can find the full prompt guidelines and Kerfe’s poem here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2023/02/22/w3-prompt-43-weave-written-weekly/. Kerfe asks us to write a haibun that contrasts past and present. This morning, I looked outside my window, and the present felt very much so

Spring fever, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s Tanka Tuesday synonym challenge. You can find the full prompt guidelines here: https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2023/02/14/tankatuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-307-2-14-2023/ I really liked the idea of using synonyms for ‘grow’ and ‘change’. Perhaps rather unsurprisingly, this led me to a poem about spring. Spring fever Time to shift rest, swap set darkness for becoming lighter and

Stella, by Britta Benson

Every month, I participate in Rebecca Cuningham’s Poetry Challenge. This time, she asks us to write a tanka poem about a dear person or an animal companion. You can find her full post here: https://fakeflamenco.com/2023/01/31/february-2023-poem-of-friendship/ I decided to go with a rather unusual animal companion. My friend Stella. Stella Every morning, you greet me from