inheritance, by Britta Benson

Another ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’ poem. Here goes: inheritance a lifetime, the construction of history, the order of interest and ideas, time on its inaugural flight, the poetic impossible, the culmination of thoughts in their own light I posted another one, ‘memory’, on ‘Britta’s Blog’ today. Here’s the link: https://brittasblog422041504.wordpress.com/2023/01/03/love-in-the-time-of-cholera/

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Myths of creation

Here’s my response to this week’s W3 poetry challenge. D. Avery set the guidelines: write a tetractys. You can find her prompt poem and the full guidelines with explanations by clicking on this link: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/12/21/w3-prompt-34-weave-written-weekly/. I had great fun with this form. Myths of creation First, the dark, sticky souls, free fall, blind, bind, pirates

Before presence, by Britta Benson

My blackout poetry starts to look a little like Darth Maul from Star Wars. Here’s the first of a series of ‘mini dramas’. I’m just having fun. Not sure, Commissario Brunnetti shares my enthusiasm… I’m using a damaged copy of Donna Leon’s ‘Drawing Conclusions’. I love the Commissario Brunnetti series. I also love using this

On this frosty day…

… my Arthritis makes herself known. It almost feels ironic, that my poem ‘To my Arthritis’ has just been published on Whispers & Echoes (https://whispersandechoesmag.home.blog/2022/12/12/to-my-arthritis-britta-benson/). To my Arthritis You’re the expertly nagging, stubbornly resident ghost in my joints, often asleep, then back with a vengeance. A jolt, just a dash, a wrath, a niggle. I

Another year, by Britta Benson

In the morning and in the evening, I like to do blackout poetry. I find it the perfect activity to start and end a creative day. Here’s one I did earlier. Another year Another year, no difference. Wet embers. Pride understands pride, will laugh, will fight, will go forwards, will go back. We build in

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 already

My tigers, by Britta Benson

My poem ‘My tigers’ has just been published on MasticadoresIndia. You can check it out here: https://masticadoresindia.wordpress.com/2022/12/06/my-tigers-by-britta-benson/ My tigers The things I see, the things I think, dream, imagine, which ones are real? Which ones are more real? The things I see, are, for me. The things I think, dream, imagine, are, for me. Even

Playing in the dark, by Britta Benson

I often write about life after loss. Here’s a poem I wrote today during a meeting with poet friends. Our theme was ‘Absence’. I’ve got a lot to say about that. Playing in the dark And at night, I do forget that you’re gone. How could I not? Years don’t matter in letters or dreams.

beyond blue, by Britta Benson

Just back from work and way too tired to come up with anything poetic. So, here’s one I’ve prepared earlier… beyond blue home whisper of gardens taste flowers roses, honeysuckle, morning.

I find, by Britta Benson

Just a wee piece of ‘kelp poetry’ for you. Somehow, my blackout poems look like seaweed right now and I like it. I find presence in loss now I live.