Navigating autumn, by Britta Benson

Navigating autumn Well past the point of plump, of ripe, of juicy, an understanding moves in with the chills of Eastern winds. Time to get ready for the breaking, the falling, the losing, the other half of life, and the joy of returning home. Leaves let go, one by one, start another journey, light andContinue reading “Navigating autumn, by Britta Benson”

Autumn equinox, or: what happens when you almost fall asleep during yoga nidra

So, I tried yoga nidra for the first time yesterday. Sleep yoga. I guess, I took the sleep part quite literally. And I am also fairly certain that I looked like the cat in the picture… albeit slightly less hairy. As per usual, I turned my life into a poem. Here goes. Officially, it’s aContinue reading “Autumn equinox, or: what happens when you almost fall asleep during yoga nidra”

River, by Britta Benson

Just a little observation, today. About a river. River River doesn’t know how far she’ll have to go before she can spill into the all. She’ll reach that mouth from which she can escape into another at exactly the right time. River does, what river must at the speed of water. Obstacles, simply challenges, pointsContinue reading “River, by Britta Benson”

The tenacity of centenarians

I love cacti. Tonight I attended a cacti-themed nature writing workshop lead by Lizzie Elliot from Seawyld (www.seawyld.com), and here’s the poem I wrote. Cacti are wonderful creatures. They deserve a good few poems written about them. The tenacity of centenarians You snatch your angel’s share from mists and time, borrow moisture from the wind,Continue reading “The tenacity of centenarians”

I can’t help but follow your flight, by Britta Benson

I love butterflies. I have written plenty of poems about butterflies and in all likelihood, I’ll write many more… so here’s yet another one. I can’t help but follow your flight I can’t help but follow your flight. Peacock, Admiral, Cabbage White, Common Blue, Painted Lady, Comma, Comma, maybe… Your fickle flitter tickles my flutter.Continue reading “I can’t help but follow your flight, by Britta Benson”

We are gardeners, by Britta Benson

I am pleased to announce that my poem ‘We are gardeners’ has just been published on MasticadoresIndia, a diverse online platform for writers and writing, edited by the wonderfully supportive Terveen Gill. It’s the fifth piece of writing I had published on MasticadoresIndia. Here are links to the other four, a mix of creative nonContinue reading “We are gardeners, by Britta Benson”

Casting off, by Britta Benson

This is my response to Brian Vos’s Weekly Poetry Prompt. This week’s challenge: write a poem on the theme of ‘outcast’. Here’s the prompt link: https://brianvos.com/2022/06/03/outcast-your-weekly-poetry-prompt/ Trust me to take it farther. I started off by thinking ‘let’s turn it around’, no outcast, but ‘casting out’, like a fishing line, which, of course, brought meContinue reading “Casting off, by Britta Benson”

Robin, by Britta Benson

There’s a robin visiting my garden every day. Well, there are lots of robins visiting the garden every day, they are very common birds, but one in particular has attracted my attention. I just assume it’s the same one. We’ve not been formally introduced. Interesting little fellow, always on the same spot. Deserves a poem.Continue reading “Robin, by Britta Benson”

West Coast Clarity, by Britta Benson

Today, I’ve got a poem about the coast for you. Written, inspired by the West Coast of Scotland. My favourite landscape. A place of discovery. Also, place of winter blue sky, on a good day. A blue that seems to go deeper than any other blue I’ve seen so far. It fills you up fromContinue reading “West Coast Clarity, by Britta Benson”

Pedestrian Christmas

We went for a walk today. Nothing grand, just a stroll around the houses of the neighbourhood in the drizzling rain. Then, we came across a winter flowering shrub, Viburnium, and suddenly this grey and brown world turned fragrant and pink. Nature amazes me, even after more than five decades on this planet. Those flowersContinue reading “Pedestrian Christmas”

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