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Beauty, by Britta Benson

This is my response to Brian Vos’s Weekly Poetry Prompt. This week’s challenge: write a poem about the fleeting nature of beauty. Brian suggested haiku as the form. Here’s the link to the full prompt: I jotted down quite a lot of notes, before scoring out most of them. Haiku is always a challengeContinue reading “Beauty, by Britta Benson”

Plumping, by Britta Benson

This, I’m not afraid to admit, is based on a true story. If you’ve ever bought a women’s magazine, you’ll know they quite often come with ‘freebie’ cosmetics and products you didn’t even know existed and you’ve got to read the label to make sure you put them on the correct body part. I don’tContinue reading “Plumping, by Britta Benson”

Mapless in London, by Britta Benson

Just a silly wee poem today, about walking through London and life without a map. Enjoy! Mapless in London Not even Google watches over me as I venture out of my comfort zone. The beauty of going mapless in London and life, lies in the certainty that I will get lost in due course. ItContinue reading “Mapless in London, by Britta Benson”

Not a nice wee girl yet

Here’s a confession, long overdue. As a wee girl, I caught butterflies. I know, I shouldn’t have, but I did. I thought about it this morning as I sat in my garden, enjoying the morning sunshine. Here is a poem about a girl, catching butterflies. Not a nice wee girl yet She doesn’t use aContinue reading “Not a nice wee girl yet”