Cold, by Britta Benson

I’m experimenting with haiku right now. I am cutting up an old book I once dropped in the bath tub (by accident, I don’t deliberately kill books). I’m making up little flowers, then pick random words on the petals and see if I can make a haiku out of them. Just an experiment, but IContinue reading “Cold, by Britta Benson”

Cold, by Britta Benson

Today’s poem is a direct response to a prompt on ‘The Procrastinators’. The prompt, unsurprisingly, ‘Cold’. This is what I made of it. Cold Cold starts from stories told in your warmth. Don’t think of snow, winter, ice. Cold lives closer. Grows bolder on the membranes of your heart. Shards of memories, fears you’veContinue reading “Cold, by Britta Benson”

Midwinter, by Britta Benson

We’re getting closer to the shortest day. It’s cold. Dark. And there’s a lot of good coming out of this winter weather. Long walks deep in thought, nature bare with few distractions. I think I’m beginning to enjoy winter. Despite my arthritic bones. They much rather lived in the south, but hey ho, I guessContinue reading “Midwinter, by Britta Benson”

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