Clent in silhouette
The sun takes a final bow
Backlit in orange


Chasing baby fish
As they hide in daughters tank
Slip behind tall weeds
The breeding tank bobs gently
As I lure them to safety




Nadia Billingham 2009

No time for haiku
Busy week sucks away time
Two days to catch up



Cable Man Cometh
Cleaning bedrooms at dawn
Dust bunnies chase me
With swords made of my sloth
I hide behind denial

Woken in the night
Passion dark takes my soul
Fever stokes his fire



A New Year morn brings,
Hope like an innocent child,
The daughter sleeps on,
Warm and safe well past the dawn,
Beautiful in her repose.

I so need to exercise these brain cells, they have atrophied for far too long, and writing is a passion that I have missed. So I will aim to write at least 3 times a week as above and to attempt at least one museteaser a week.
Lets see if we can awake the muse from her slumber.