Our liquids mingle
Where our solid bodies join
Both hard and yielding
I am currently writing the sequel to Kate Gets Marks and got a little distracted by the idea of writing a flash haiku. Five minutes later.
Busy in drizzle
Feast white-eyed honey eater
Hungry in the rain
White-eyed Honeyeater – Phylidonyris novaehollandiae
Top photo taken in Ronnie’s backyard in December 2008.
Lower photo taken a few days ago in front yard.
Seems to have grown stronger and found a mate as there were two this time,
which is reassuring for all of us who may seem bedraggled or white-eyed at times.
Last night I was woken by a dream with an accompanying nearly fully formed haiku in my head.
I had to wake up properly and write it down.
One thought led to another and I found myself having to compose another.
Because these first thoughts were a little dark I reminded myself that my day job is writing erotica leading to a third piece.
Here are the first and last.
The dead whispering
How their life sadly ended
Have no sympathy
Inviting soft mound
A wet quivering flower
Holding me tightly