Curtain call, by Britta Benson

Bit of a short offering, today. A little life poem. All summed up nicely in a few lines. Hey presto! Curtain call I think so blue, I live red, black, red, my heart, still green, my soul a shred, a shard, the jawbone of a whale, the end of a rainbow’s beginning, a weaving, aContinue reading “Curtain call, by Britta Benson”

The day after, by Britta Benson

The day after a really good one, a really special, out of the ordinary day often feels like a let down. And I was ready to rant and rave, to sing my heart out about how absolutely awful it feels, the day after a really good one. Then I reminded myself: ‘Britta, you’re a poet.Continue reading “The day after, by Britta Benson”

Life story, simplified, by Britta Benson

It rained so hard today, I couldn’t see any world. At one point, I was wondering, if it was still there, somewhere out there, behind the thick curtain of rain. While I was waiting for the world to reappear, I wrote a poem. What else would you do? Here goes. Life story, simplified First wordsContinue reading “Life story, simplified, by Britta Benson”

The balancing act, by Britta Benson

Bit of a fun poem about life, the daily balancing act, the impossible conundrum. Here goes. The balancing act I hold my breath, chest out, tummy in on pointe in a ramshackle arabesque, my arms flailing, ta-da! I balance a heart, a head, a pelvis rocking nonchalantly like I mean it. Grimace, smile, this isContinue reading “The balancing act, by Britta Benson”

Extract, by Britta Benson

Hello poetry friends. Today I’ve got an ‘Extract from the ‘How not to live’ manual’ for you. I had fun writing it, but I believe an ‘Extract’ is quite enough. You’ll get the picture. Extract from the ‘How not to live’ manual I stare at the clouds, hoping they spell a message for me. IContinue reading “Extract, by Britta Benson”

Mapless in London, by Britta Benson

Just a silly wee poem today, about walking through London and life without a map. Enjoy! Mapless in London Not even Google watches over me as I venture out of my comfort zone. The beauty of going mapless in London and life, lies in the certainty that I will get lost in due course. ItContinue reading “Mapless in London, by Britta Benson”

Going down, by Britta Benson

Today I was working in Whithorn in Dumfries & Galloway, a site of archaeological importance. Pretty much all of Scotland is of archaeological importance. As I watched the children play on the historic site, I was thinking of all the stones and bones lying underneath. I observed a chicken, completely unimpressed by the importance ofContinue reading “Going down, by Britta Benson”

If life’s a game, by Britta Benson

If life’s a game If life’s a game, then surely, it’s best discovered in play, curiously, put together like the words in a poem. Never forced into form, by hook or by crook, more suggested, a seed, watered with generosity. Endless rounds of hiding, seeking, change. Your move, a turn, a random act of love,Continue reading “If life’s a game, by Britta Benson”

On seeing a black spider in my bathroom basin, by Britta Benson

On seeing a black spider in my bathroom basin She’s like a matt black star in a shiny white sky. I name her Stella and I scream only on the inside. She’s the size of my thumbnail, a mighty behemoth in a tiny universe where scale and perspective are everything. I close the door andContinue reading “On seeing a black spider in my bathroom basin, by Britta Benson”

I made a deal with my self, by Britta Benson

I’m feeling light and sprightly and good today, despite the rain. There’s a rain poem coming up, but first, some light-hearted entertainment. Enjoy! I made a deal with my self I made a deal with my self and it’s a simple one. I do me, because no one else quite fits the bill, I amContinue reading “I made a deal with my self, by Britta Benson”

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