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Serenity on the cheap, by Britta Benson

Serenity on the cheap The framed print above the guesthouse bed reads ‘Serenity’, unashamed, in big, bold letters, neatly arranged on the picture of a coast without identifying features. This matches our room beautifully. Nondescript furniture, slightly bashed and reeling, the busy bed spread, washed too many times, awkwardly familiar. Bathroom, small, with miniature soapContinue reading “Serenity on the cheap, by Britta Benson”

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Serenity, by Britta Benson

A wee poetic seed took hold and flourished almost clandestinely. I love it when that happens, when a poem grows, unfolds and then simply says, ‘hey presto, you’ve been expecting me’. Here goes. Serenity The iridescent pearls of introspection, the shimmer of wildest possibility, a glimpse of hope in full flight. Fleeting, weightless, quiet. SerenityContinue reading “Serenity, by Britta Benson”