On water, by Britta Benson

I crossed the Channel on from Dunkerque to Dover today, spending a good chunk of the journey on deck, staring at the water. Here’s what I thought: On water Who does water belong to? Lines on charts mark territories. Water laughs, moves, here, there, depending on tides, winds, the murmur of moments. We draw borders,Continue reading “On water, by Britta Benson”

Ferry crossing, by Britta Benson

Here’s a wee poem I wrote about the ferry crossing from Dover to Calais on Saturday. I like people watching. Sitting on the ferry, I realized how much I missed this little activity – two years of the pandemic have weaned us all from gatherings. It felt like a treat to be surrounded by folk!Continue reading “Ferry crossing, by Britta Benson”

Ferry crossing, by Britta Benson

On the way to Northern Ireland today. Love a ferry crossing. Here’s a poem about… a ferry crossing. Ferry crossing Listing all the way, a wobble, a wave, straggles, I approach the land a little drunk, a stumble in my step. Not much, the sea has got her dull and boring face on, ripples can’tContinue reading “Ferry crossing, by Britta Benson”

On the boat, by Britta Benson

Today, I travelled by ferry from Northern Ireland back to Scotland and while I was waiting for the mainland to come into view, I stared at the horizon, willing it to show something, anything recognizable, like a mountain, land of any sort and I wrote this little poem. On the boat The ferry inches towardsContinue reading “On the boat, by Britta Benson”

The map, by Britta Benson

Today’s poem is based on an observation I made on the ferry crossing from Cairnryan in Scotland to Belfast in Northern Ireland. I watched two elderly ladies in full waking gear getting a map out, discussing their plans and then, trying to fold the map back into its original shape – we’ve all been there.Continue reading “The map, by Britta Benson”

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