A short break…

Just letting you guys know that I’ll be taking a short break from blogging. I won’t have access to a computer for the next week so there’ll be no posting, replying to comments, etc.

See you all in a week’s time!

Come feed my Pinterest addiction!

A couple of days ago I signed up for Pinterest. And let me tell you, it may have only been a couple of days but it feels like a hundred years. I’ve developed an addiction. I just can’t stop pinning. (I’m not exaggerating – I’ve deleted and re-installed the app on my phone twice.)

There’s just so much inspiration out there. Not just poetry and writing-related stuff, but  art, photography, travel, fashion, wildlife…

I have just one rule for Pinterest: I only pin things that light a fire in me. I see plenty of things I like but I don’t necessarily want to make them “mine”. They have to set off that spark.

So come enable me, share the love of little things, feed my addiction.

You can find my Pinterest page here.

Haibun (Kikobun): Wanderers

I spent two days and two nights with the gypsies. They were camped at the foot of the mountains by the lake. The air was crisp here, like autumn leaves. Come evening there was a distinct chill to it. The first night I sat huddled next to the campfire, unused to such biting cold. I began to regret coming here.

Then the dancing began. The dancers moved swiftly, their bodies twisting and swirling, bare feet stamping out a lively beat. The air became hot and energetic, filling with the quick notes of Manfri’s guitar. I watched the dancers move, mesmerised, until they became part of the natural world, shadows flitting in and out of the firelight.

The barrier between nature and mankind had disintegrated. I saw the moon dancing in the water, heard the wind laughing in the brambles. Even the trees had eyes.

There were no more seams. Everything had a soul and everything was my soul. I knew then that we could never truly be alone in this world.

guitar strings
the music
in her smile

Haibun: Invigoration

Colours popping everywhere. A burst of strawberry in the grass. Sky-blue petals splashed across the trees, a drizzle of honey among the reeds. The garden is ablaze with new life.

oh! to feel



The Last Rose Of Babylon


The Last Rose of Babylon sat beneath the willow tree. All around her was a dream of emerald. Floating in this dream were butter-coloured lilies and daisies like fallen stars. The dying embers of sunshine glittered in her hair.

Oh but if it could last, she thought.

She knew it could not.

Tomorrow the Persians invade.

The time for gentle things was gone.


(Image courtesy of Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie)

Written for Sunday Writing Prompt “It’s All in the Title”