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Snow vs Snow, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to my new year’s resolution to write more syllabic poetry and Tanka Tuesday’s photo prompt. You can find the picture and full guidelines by clicking on this link: https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2023/01/10/tankatuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-302-1-10-23/ Snow Winter dream. Always. Picture postcard, wish list scene. Practicalities never quite as pastoral. Drive needs dug out, soggy boots. Snow Strong instigator.Continue reading “Snow vs Snow, by Britta Benson”

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First thing, by Britta Benson

Here’s my reply to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt. This week, the word is ‘engrave’ with a word count of 23. (https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/12/10/weekend-writing-prompt-289-engrave/) I immediately thought of this morning’s snow, falling on my face… I just stood there, head pointing towards the sky, letting the snow fall on me, and in my mind I was alreadyContinue reading “First thing, by Britta Benson”

Love wintering, by Britta Benson

Love wintering Love wintering, flicking through old jotters full of thoughts, hibernating, perhaps hatching like dragon’s eggs. There’s promise in those darkened foolscap landscapes. Love wintering, communicating with past versions of my self, scribbling hush, hush notes for a louder future, breathing in the fairy dust of jaundiced pages, still smelling those well mature coffeeContinue reading “Love wintering, by Britta Benson”

Blankets, by Britta Benson

A poem about blankets? Yes. And can I tell you a secret? I actually really loved this prompt. Blankets. What’s not to like? I’m sitting here, all snuggled up, wintering underneath lots of layers. Here are my musings. Enjoy! Blankets Snow protects my spring underneath a duvet. The yellow quilt from my childhood still holdsContinue reading “Blankets, by Britta Benson”

Wintering, by Britta Benson

This little poem birthed itself while I was working on a longer piece today. So here’s my encore, my offcut. I like it a lot. Wintering Somewhere between that glacial lagoon and the storm beach one thought from here bumps into another from there. Most ideas compost themselves. Some however, return like sea glass. Hagstones.Continue reading “Wintering, by Britta Benson”

West Coast Clarity, by Britta Benson

Today, I’ve got a poem about the coast for you. Written, inspired by the West Coast of Scotland. My favourite landscape. A place of discovery. Also, place of winter blue sky, on a good day. A blue that seems to go deeper than any other blue I’ve seen so far. It fills you up fromContinue reading “West Coast Clarity, by Britta Benson”

Long before dawn, by Britta Benson

It’s snowing! Whenever there’s snow, I feel about five years old. Normally, I at least feel 12 1/2. Or 112. Changes so quickly. The snow started before dawn and I’m determined to make the most of it. Here’s my first snow poem of the day. Long before dawn Snow falls thick, light, fast. Black iceContinue reading “Long before dawn, by Britta Benson”

Call it winter, by Britta Benson

I write a poem every day. Some are good, some are average, some well below par. While I want to write the best possible piece every day, I don’t put pressure on my self. The only non negotiable rule is this: I will write a poem. This is the game I play and I enjoyContinue reading “Call it winter, by Britta Benson”

Midwinter walk, by Britta Benson

Today marks the winter solstice, the shortest day. I’ve been trying to write about the shortest day for a good few hours now. It’s not happening. Not yet. Instead: Here’s a midwinter nature poem I would like to share with you. Midwinter walk Midwinter walk. My foot crunches the stories of a morning. Neatly layeredContinue reading “Midwinter walk, by Britta Benson”