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Spare key, by Britta Benson

Came across the key to my first flat today, while tidying up. I’ve kept it in a tiny box, a memento of decades ago and the inspiration for my poem. Spare key This one still dreams in a tiny cardboard box, more appropriate for an engagement ring than the key to my first ever flat.Continue reading “Spare key, by Britta Benson”

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Medicinal, by Britta Benson

I’m not doing too well on the pain front just now. On the days, when my arthritis isn’t too bad, my head aches and on really special days like today, I get the double joy of everything being sore. I always try to see the positives, no matter how miniscule they may be, and trustContinue reading “Medicinal, by Britta Benson”

Belonging, by Britta Benson

Today, my poem was inspired by my old phone. A phone I keep, because it has all the messages my mother sent me. And although she died over a year and a half ago, I still hang on to this phone and can’t bring myself to let go. Not quite. Not yet. I will, inContinue reading “Belonging, by Britta Benson”