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The common self-heal sprouts, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to the micro-season of ‘The common self-heal sprouts’ on Mark S’s Naturalist Weekly Blog. You can find out more by clicking on this link: I couldn’t help going AWOL… It’s Christmas. And the mention of sprouts… well, every family has a story… The common self-heal sprouts To sprout or not? Farts!Continue reading “The common self-heal sprouts, by Britta Benson”


The twelve days of Christmas, by Britta Benson

Today, I went for a long walk in the sleet and drizzle. The Scottish weather never disappoints and always provides more than just one option. Sleet suffers from bad press, I guess. Midwinter sleet in particular. I want to set the record straight here. I enjoyed the sleet and my poem will explain why. TrustContinue reading “The twelve days of Christmas, by Britta Benson”

Christmas dinner – the highlight, by Britta Benson

Christmas is a time for family and food. Also, a time for stories to be told, memories of old to be shared along with the feast. And the moment, when empty chairs give you a lump in the throat. Christmas dinner – the highlight Anticipated for months, well prepared and planned, with all the trimmings,Continue reading “Christmas dinner – the highlight, by Britta Benson”

Pedestrian Christmas

We went for a walk today. Nothing grand, just a stroll around the houses of the neighbourhood in the drizzling rain. Then, we came across a winter flowering shrub, Viburnium, and suddenly this grey and brown world turned fragrant and pink. Nature amazes me, even after more than five decades on this planet. Those flowersContinue reading “Pedestrian Christmas”

The perfect Christmas stocking, by Britta Benson

My poem is a direct response to the Procrastinators’ Advent Calendar of Prompts. Here’s the link, in case you would like to have a look. The perfect Christmas stocking Hand made. One little knitted snowflake attached to another, another, one more, until the stocking grows big enough for joy, wide enough for my rainbow hammockContinue reading “The perfect Christmas stocking, by Britta Benson”

Snow Angel, by Britta Benson

I completely forgot to put this poem on my poetry blog. It’s a direct response to the Advent Calendar of Prompts, link below. On a wet and miserable, decidedly brown winter’s day, the memory of childhood snow cheers me up no end! I generally find that snow is so much better in the past andContinue reading “Snow Angel, by Britta Benson”

Letter to Santa, by Britta Benson

Today’s poem was written as direct response to the prompt I put up on The Procrastinators this morning. I leave a link to the Advent Calendar of Prompts below, in case you would like to see the photograph. It all started yesterday, when I saw that the huge inflatable Santa decoration in my neighbour’s gardenContinue reading “Letter to Santa, by Britta Benson”

December 2021, by Britta Benson

Today, I tried to express what December 2021 feels like. There’s a lot of waiting in the air. Waiting for what, though? Some people are still waiting for life to be exactly the way it was pre-pandemic. Anything other is simply not good enough, not what they want. We’re all waiting for something. I haveContinue reading “December 2021, by Britta Benson”

A Christmas Memory, by Britta Benson

Another poem inspired by the Advent Calendar of Prompts on The Procrastinators website. I put a link to the advent calendar below the poem, in case you are interested. So without any further ado, here’s a Christmas memory from a long time ago in the shape of a short poem. A Christmas Memory The nightContinue reading “A Christmas Memory, by Britta Benson”

The sign, by Britta Benson

Sometimes I get the pleasure to write responses to my own creative writing prompt. Today’s poem is the result of a photo prompt I put up on The Procrastinators. You’ll find the link at the bottom of the page, in case you would like to see the photograph. The sign My quick morning coffee leftContinue reading “The sign, by Britta Benson”