Lookout, by Britta Benson

There is a good reason the Isle of Skye is also called the misty Isle. I love it when the morning mist shrouds the hills in greatest mystery. From my vantage point on top of the old apothecary tower in Portree, I spent an intriguing hour watching the grey tufts of clouds decorate the mountainsContinue reading “Lookout, by Britta Benson”

Listening in, by Britta Benson

My favourite spot in Portree is the bench at the top end of the Meall, with a view over the bay. I spend quite a bit of time up there in poetical bliss, the mothership of inspiration, a beautiful place so close to the village and yet so far away from everything that is notContinue reading “Listening in, by Britta Benson”

Water Falls, by Britta Benson

I took the path to the Fairy Pools today, at the foot of the Black Cuillins. Always a magical experience. I feel a lot happier and lighter now. A lot wetter too. My toes are slowly starting to recover from the cold water. Brilliant, brilliant day. Just what I needed. Water Falls The morning mistContinue reading “Water Falls, by Britta Benson”

Sgeir Mhor, by Britta Benson

I got inspired by a big black rock today, Sgeir Mhor in Portree Bay. Protected by the sea at high tide, and yet you can reach it within a few steps when the tide is low. An interesting change of perspective. Sgeir Mhor To the left of Portree Bay, just metres from the headland, liesContinue reading “Sgeir Mhor, by Britta Benson”

On a beach, by Britta Benson

I love walking along a beach. There is just something about sand and water and all the broken debris, shells and the surprises you can find there. This evening, upon walking along Portree harbour, I wrote the following poem. You can always spot a poet on the run… armed with a notebook, pencil at theContinue reading “On a beach, by Britta Benson”

Relief, by Britta Benson

In a few days time, I’ll be off to the Isle of Skye for a week and today, it feels like I can already hear the wind and the waves. I’m so looking forward to being battered by the elements again. There’s always hope, that a few stuck and old ideas get severely dislodged andContinue reading “Relief, by Britta Benson”

The Shell Jar, by Britta Benson

Every now and then, I write a love poem. More of an accident I stumble into… but that’s the story of love in my life. I happened upon it without realizing, and twenty years later live to tell the tale. All this, because I looked at a jar on my windowsill today, an old masonContinue reading “The Shell Jar, by Britta Benson”

Elementary, by Britta Benson

Today I was in full blown ranting mode and it felt good. I almost wrote a poem about two daisies… but then my rant got the better of me and off I went. I did apologize to the daisies. Their day, their poem will come, but not today. Brace yourself for exposure to all fourContinue reading “Elementary, by Britta Benson”

Blunt, by Britta Benson

Today’s poem was caused by guilt. A shudder. A jolt. And a murder in my garden. Small scale, but size doesn’t matter, once you’re dead, does it? Here’s a reminder to be a far more respectful human and also that size 8 feet come with big responsibilities. Blunt How does a blatantly negligent murderer writeContinue reading “Blunt, by Britta Benson”

Nature of Light, by Britta Benson

Today, my poem is about sunlight. Appropriate for the day of the summer solstice, even if sunlight is of short supply in Scotland right now. One of my favourite activities is sitting in my garden, eyes closed, enjoying the warm rays of sunshine. I have also written about this in ‘Britta’s Blog – Letters fromContinue reading “Nature of Light, by Britta Benson”

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