A London poem, kind of, by Britta Benson

I’m in London with my son again. Same procedure as every year… He’s sixteen now. I looked back at the poem I wrote last year, upon our arrival. Here’s an edited version of it. A London Poem, kind of Early morning coffee with my son. Victoria, and a long chat, staring out of windows, watchingContinue reading “A London poem, kind of, 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”

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