My word for today is ‘anxiety’, by Britta Benson

Today, I’m stuck mid-project so I looked through my notebooks for the ‘poem of the day’. A little trip down memory lane. I attend a lot of ‘Expressive Writing’ workshops. Some ask for ‘word for today’ at the beginning. I have often used my or other people’s ‘word for today’ as a writing prompt. Here’s

Spring of souls, by Britta Benson

Spring of souls Whatever winter did to us, there’s more, there’s deeper, there’s darker and somewhere at the bottom of it all, buried, a new beginning, an unsightly inkling, a nobbly notion, a want, a wish and a will, stubborn, obnoxious, readying, prepping, prepping, like there is no tomorrow, for there won’t be unless somewhere,

somewhere, by Britta Benson

I love starting my writing with the word ‘somewhere’. Never got the faintest idea where it will take me. somewhere somewhere under the disco ball not too far from sea salt homes being lost and the moon what a palate cleanser my dreams acoustic blue forgetting the word the world it was so easy like

A scenic (and acrostic) tour of my anxiety, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry challenge, set by poet of the week Punam. You can find the full guidelines as well as Punam’s prompt poem here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2023/05/17/w3-prompt-55-weave-written-weekly/ Theme this time: write an acrostic poem using one of the following words: trouble, discipline, enthusiasm, meditation or tumult. I instantly knew where I wanted

poetry, an elfchen by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry challenge, set by poet of the week Sadje. The guideline: write an elfchen poem. I have never written an elfchen before, but hey, elfchen? Who could resist a form with such a cute name… You can find Sadje’s prompt poem and her complete guidelines (including an explanation

NaPoWriMo, Day 30, Perhaps not

NaPoWriMo, Day 30, the last! Prompt today: write a palinode, a retraction of a poem written earlier this month. ‘I take it back’-style. NaPoWriMo, Day 30… the grand finale? Perhaps not. Perhaps not Perhaps not, I say, and perhaps it’s all lies, made up under moonlit skies, mapped, to protect soul and whole. What if

NaPoWriMo, Day 24, Review of my will power

NaPoWriMo, Day 24, and the prompt today is to write a review about something that doesn’t normally get reviewed, for example, the moon. So, that got me thinking. I’m always quick to judge – knowing full well that I shouldn’t. What can I say, it’s a learning curve, and I’ve still got a long way

Winter tree, by Britta Benson

Only two more sleeps till NaPoWriMo… I’m all set up and looking forward to the experience. My first participation, so I don’t really know what to expect. Here’s what I wrote today. Winter tree Sleeping. Important activity. Not lazy. Not nothing. Resting, after shedding leaves of one past, before growing another. A pause. Again. This

hope is…, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry challenge, set by poet of the week, Kerfe Roig. The guideline: In homage to Emily Dickinson, start a poem with the words ‘hope is’. You can find Kerfe’s prompt poem and the guidelines by clicking on this link: https://skepticskaddish.com/2023/03/29/w3-prompt-48-weave-written-weekly/ I love Emily Dickinson’s poetry. Her words have

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,