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Serenity, by Britta Benson

A wee poetic seed took hold and flourished almost clandestinely. I love it when that happens, when a poem grows, unfolds and then simply says, ‘hey presto, you’ve been expecting me’. Here goes. Serenity The iridescent pearls of introspection, the shimmer of wildest possibility, a glimpse of hope in full flight. Fleeting, weightless, quiet. SerenityContinue reading “Serenity, by Britta Benson”

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January Walk, by Britta Benson

This poem sums up my Sunday walk along the canal with my husband today and the sheer joy of mud. Here goes. January walk My scarf unravels, your hat sits squint as though asking a question. The path along the canal continues so painfully straight, holding hands feels wrong. You look at me, head tiltedContinue reading “January Walk, by Britta Benson”

Nearly three weeks in, by Britta Benson

A one sentence prose poem, that’s all I’ve got for you today. January, nearly three weeks in and what that feels like from my point of view. A bit shaky, but overall actually quite good. Finding my footing in the new year. And if I stumble, so what, I’ll just pretend that I’m inventing aContinue reading “Nearly three weeks in, by Britta Benson”