The Shingle Beach in Staffin, by Britta Benson

Most people, when they visit Staffin, go to the slipway where you can see the footprints of a family of dinosaurs at low tide. It’s a great spot. I prefer the other beach in Staffin, a little further to the north, marked only by a tiny wooden sign and then requiring another walk to getContinue reading “The Shingle Beach in Staffin, by Britta Benson”

Lookout, by Britta Benson

There is a good reason the Isle of Skye is also called the misty Isle. I love it when the morning mist shrouds the hills in greatest mystery. From my vantage point on top of the old apothecary tower in Portree, I spent an intriguing hour watching the grey tufts of clouds decorate the mountainsContinue reading “Lookout, by Britta Benson”

Listening in, by Britta Benson

My favourite spot in Portree is the bench at the top end of the Meall, with a view over the bay. I spend quite a bit of time up there in poetical bliss, the mothership of inspiration, a beautiful place so close to the village and yet so far away from everything that is notContinue reading “Listening in, by Britta Benson”

Water Falls, by Britta Benson

I took the path to the Fairy Pools today, at the foot of the Black Cuillins. Always a magical experience. I feel a lot happier and lighter now. A lot wetter too. My toes are slowly starting to recover from the cold water. Brilliant, brilliant day. Just what I needed. Water Falls The morning mistContinue reading “Water Falls, by Britta Benson”

Sgeir Mhor, by Britta Benson

I got inspired by a big black rock today, Sgeir Mhor in Portree Bay. Protected by the sea at high tide, and yet you can reach it within a few steps when the tide is low. An interesting change of perspective. Sgeir Mhor To the left of Portree Bay, just metres from the headland, liesContinue reading “Sgeir Mhor, by Britta Benson”

On a beach, by Britta Benson

I love walking along a beach. There is just something about sand and water and all the broken debris, shells and the surprises you can find there. This evening, upon walking along Portree harbour, I wrote the following poem. You can always spot a poet on the run… armed with a notebook, pencil at theContinue reading “On a beach, by Britta Benson”

Before the journey, by Britta Benson

I’m going on a journey tomorrow. Not even very far, but after lockdowns and restrictions, even a wee trip to the Isle of Skye in a car seems just as exotic as a rocket ride to the International Space Station just now. Here’s a poem I wrote today while packing. Well, actually it’s a poemContinue reading “Before the journey, by Britta Benson”

Space Oddity, by Britta Benson

To say I’ve had a bit of an odd day, is an understatement. The beauty of writing a daily poetry blog, however, is that odd days are good days. Even days are good days, too, so win win. What’s not to love? Space Oddity Even on a slow, gelatinous and lazy day, my heart speeds,Continue reading “Space Oddity, by Britta Benson”

Relief, by Britta Benson

In a few days time, I’ll be off to the Isle of Skye for a week and today, it feels like I can already hear the wind and the waves. I’m so looking forward to being battered by the elements again. There’s always hope, that a few stuck and old ideas get severely dislodged andContinue reading “Relief, by Britta Benson”

The Shell Jar, by Britta Benson

Every now and then, I write a love poem. More of an accident I stumble into… but that’s the story of love in my life. I happened upon it without realizing, and twenty years later live to tell the tale. All this, because I looked at a jar on my windowsill today, an old masonContinue reading “The Shell Jar, by Britta Benson”

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