Hearts, by Britta Benson

Bit of a weird one, about hearts, but I like it. I take things to literally or not literally at all. So this is what I wrote today: Hearts Who we were, who we are, always the same core, the same heart. Our souls meander, take leave as they please, come back changed or notContinue reading “Hearts, by Britta Benson”

Poetry, by Britta Benson

So poetry. What is it? I can tell you, what it is for me. That’s actually surprisingly easy. Here goes. Poetry Poetry is the story of my soul in her own words, told, untold, retold and then, told again, forwards, backwards, roundabout, fleshed out and then skinned, as seen from the stars or the hollowContinue reading “Poetry, by Britta Benson”

Beginnings, by Britta Benson

Beginnings The morning sun rises boldly through cold doubtful clouds with the fairytale shimmer of confident curiosity. All will be well in suspended disbelief. I still rage at the night, paths lost in passing frights as we connect and fall freely into new journeys together. The generous hearts cross over to the light long beforeContinue reading “Beginnings, by Britta Benson”

Mountain Pose, by Britta Benson

Mountain Pose I’ve got bumpy mileage in my legs and unbound freedom in my soul. My feet move forward through the hail, the sunshine, wind and snow, over roots, rocks, stones and grass. My eyes feast on borderless views, I let them fall into me without filter. They tumble, click and clunk into my bricContinue reading “Mountain Pose, by Britta Benson”

Mountain Top Musings, by Britta Benson

Today’s poem was inspired by my walk up Ben Ledi, my favourite mountain in the Trossachs, Scotland. Mountain Top Musings My skittish soul is on the move and drags my higgledy heart up Ben Ledi. They need a view today, to be that tiny bit closer to the sky, breathless, in awe, yet steadied byContinue reading “Mountain Top Musings, by Britta Benson”

The Riverside View of My Soul, by Britta Benson

Here’s a weird, personal poem. An attempt to try and find words for what it feels like to be me. Always stuck between a pit and a mountain top, so I decided to go for somewhere in the middle, the riverside view of my soul. Enjoy! The Riverside View of My Soul My black heartContinue reading “The Riverside View of My Soul, by Britta Benson”

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