Spirit Animal

So, this week’s challenge on Tanka Tuesday is to write a syllabic poem about our spirit animal (https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2023/05/30/tankatuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-322-5-30-2023-spirit-animal-poetry/). I did the test and to my surprise, my spirit animal is a turtle. Hm. Not quite what I expected… I like to be near the water. Not too keen on being in it – unless it’s

To long for distance, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s photo prompt on Colleen’s Wordcraftpoetry blog. In the foreground, a purple wild flower. In the background, the sea at sunset. Click here to see the image and read the guidelines: https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2023/05/09/tankatuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-319-5-9-2023/ To long for distance, that dawn, reverse dusk of fear. All new, soft blossom.

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

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

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.

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

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

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