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Travelling, by Britta Benson

Here’s a poem I wrote yesterday. I attend an online expressive writing session on Tuesdays, led by Michelle Berberet. The sessions are free and highly enjoyable, as well as inspirational. ( This Tuesday writing hour has become a bit of a fixture in my diary. So, here’s what I wrote: Travelling It’s what I do.Continue reading “Travelling, by Britta Benson”


Another journey, by Britta Benson

I’ve decided to go away for a few days. Next week marks the second anniversary of my mum’s death and I feel, I need to be alone for a few days. This second year after mum was very different from the first and still, time is a fickle, unreliable companion and plays tricks on allContinue reading “Another journey, by Britta Benson”

A nightbus pretzel, by Britta Benson

Turns out, you can write more than one poem about travelling on the nightbus. So here’s the poem inspired by my return journey. I came back this morning and I’m still a bit dazed, twisted and contorted. If you’ve ever travelled on a bus for a very long time and you happen to be ratherContinue reading “A nightbus pretzel, by Britta Benson”

The Passenger, by Britta Benson

You probably know the strange feeling, when you’re a passenger in a car on a long, long journey, and you simply stare out of the window, watching the world fly by, drifting in and out of thoughts, wondering about the weirdest things. This is where my poem starts. The passenger Seatbelted, A3 map on lap,Continue reading “The Passenger, by Britta Benson”

Before the journey, by Britta Benson

I’m going on a journey tomorrow. Not even very far, but after lockdowns and restrictions, even a wee trip to the Isle of Skye in a car seems just as exotic as a rocket ride to the International Space Station just now. Here’s a poem I wrote today while packing. Well, actually it’s a poemContinue reading “Before the journey, by Britta Benson”