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Heart of Stone, by Britta Benson

Here’s my response to The Procrastinators’ Sunday Writing Prompts. Theme this week: ‘Affairs of the heart’. Prompt 1: Heart of Stone. Here’s a link to the post: I liked the concept of a heart of stone. Tempting. Mine is mush. Soft mush, with more flaws than I would like, but hey ho, it’s myContinue reading “Heart of Stone, by Britta Benson”


Hearts, by Britta Benson

Bit of a weird one, about hearts, but I like it. I take things to literally or not literally at all. So this is what I wrote today: Hearts Who we were, who we are, always the same core, the same heart. Our souls meander, take leave as they please, come back changed or notContinue reading “Hearts, by Britta Benson”

Heart, by Britta Benson

This poem has been sitting in my possibly maybe pile for a while. Not sure if I like it in its entirety. I like bits of it. It feels like a Sunday poem of sorts, so here we go. Heart One. Pretty sure, there’s one. My not so glamorous assistant, pulling strings in the background.Continue reading “Heart, 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”

Heart, by Britta Benson

This poem was prompted by ‘The Procrastinators’ Midweek Writing Prompt. Heart Heart. Just a fistsize muscle that holds the secrets of my world in its continuous dance and drums ta-dum code until the end of time. Heart. Just an unsightly lump, flanked by my lungs, kept safe, warm, hidden, underneath layers and lobes, hopesContinue reading “Heart, by Britta Benson”

About hearts, by Britta Benson

Not a haiku today, well, the poem started off as one but then went its own way, thus proving just as stubborn as its author. Sometimes my poetry ends up a bit doom & gloom, other times it’s chirpy like a song bird in the soft morning sunshine. The truth, as always, lies somewhere inContinue reading “About hearts, by Britta Benson”

My garden heart, by Britta Benson

My garden heart My heart is like my garden, full of old and new, of seeds and weeds, dead wood and shoots. I’m mending broken bits in sun, in rain. I grow, I die, and get eaten by a juicy slug, digested, I come out the other end. A thin concrete path leads out ofContinue reading “My garden heart, by Britta Benson”

Mountain Top Musings, by Britta Benson

Today’s poem was inspired by my walk up Ben Ledi, my favourite mountain in the Trossachs, Scotland. Mountain Top Musings My skittish soul is on the move and drags my higgledy heart up Ben Ledi. They need a view today, to be that tiny bit closer to the sky, breathless, in awe, yet steadied byContinue reading “Mountain Top Musings, by Britta Benson”