Weathering, by Britta Benson

This poem is the optimistic counterpart to yesterday’s ‘Casting off’. I guess, the two poems could be read as a diptych. I like to finish on a more positive note. Weathering It’s an art, not a means to an end. Put your face out there, into the wind, full frontal, no fear. Let sea saltContinue reading “Weathering, by Britta Benson”

Earth Day…, by Britta Benson

Here is my response to Brian Vos’s Weekly Poetry Prompt. Theme this week: Earth Day. Here’s the link, in case you want to read Brian’s blog: Earth Day… … and I think, I’m confused. So far, I’ve spent all my days on Earth. Was that a mistake? Is there a problem? Have I overstayedContinue reading “Earth Day…, by Britta Benson”

Memories, by Britta Benson

It rains so hard today, that I might have to teach my home to swim. I’ve been watching the rain fall on saturated ground for quite some time now and it sparked a poem. Inevitable. Really. Here goes. Memories Memories fall like rain. Inevitable. Get hit by a touch, a smile, a word, years old,Continue reading “Memories, by Britta Benson”

The twelve days of Christmas, by Britta Benson

Today, I went for a long walk in the sleet and drizzle. The Scottish weather never disappoints and always provides more than just one option. Sleet suffers from bad press, I guess. Midwinter sleet in particular. I want to set the record straight here. I enjoyed the sleet and my poem will explain why. TrustContinue reading “The twelve days of Christmas, by Britta Benson”

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