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Indigo, by Britta Benson

I follow Mark S’s blog ‘Naturalist Weekly’ and enjoy his posts about the micro seasons. They are always accompanied by a thoughtfully curated selection of haiku. It’s the micro season of ‘The rainbow hides unseen’, the time of year when rainbows are less likely to be seen. You can read Mark’s full blog post here:Continue reading “Indigo, by Britta Benson”

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Musings of an Obliteration Room sticker sheet, by Britta Benson

A few days ago, I visited the Tate Modern in London. Until the end of August, people can take part in the Obliteration Room, an interactive artwork by Yayoi Kusama. It’s basically a big, white apartment in the Turbine Hall of the museum, and visitors can walk through the various rooms. At the entrance, everyoneContinue reading “Musings of an Obliteration Room sticker sheet, by Britta Benson”

This is that feeling, by Britta Benson

This is that feeling Summer of ‘83. Thirteen, underdeveloped, ridiculous. On my white t-shirt, tiny multi-coloured stars. Yellow, green, satin shorts, no fashion sense, even back then. My rainbow rollerskates act like the wings of a mythical beast. I glide, I dart, weave. And I know: this is that feeling. Free. Wind. Fast. Me.

How to measure space-time on summer holidays, by Britta Benson

This tanka is my response to the tanka Tuesday poetry challenge on Wordcraft Poetry. Here’s the full link: https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/07/05/tankatuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-279-tastetherainbow-color-weather-poetry/ How to measure space-time on summer holidays We drive 500 miles to get from the heart of Scotland to Dover. We take a ferry and then, we drive another 500 miles. Our journey starts in robustContinue reading “How to measure space-time on summer holidays, by Britta Benson”

That rainbow, by Britta Benson

Today, I’m having fun. I’m having a laugh, a play, I’m in a silly mood and up for a bit of fooling around. Enjoy! That rainbow I’ve been rained upon, hailed upon, I flailed and failed and decide it’s a prose kind of day, in a grey sort of way, one of those, when nothingContinue reading “That rainbow, by Britta Benson”