Misty Moon Shine

Well its my birthday today! Shortly I’ll go take Baka for a mid-morning walk to get a croissant and pain-au-chocolate to treat myself. OK, so I live in France and that might not be so much of a special treat, but its not something I eat everyday.

On Sky News Sunrise show this morning, they had a promo interview with Hayley Westenra for her new album Paradiso in collaboration with Ennio Morricone (think Clint Eastwood and spaghetti western fame and many other great films). Wow! Just blew me away. This is my birthday gift to myself.

Anyway, here’s another collection of haiku tweets plus a couple of non-haiku comments I kept.

Tell Me Why I Don’t Like Mondays

Feeling a little down and procrastinating on this Pentecostal holiday Monday. Wondering if I’ll get positive word back from a friend that plans to come visit me. Hoping that it will rain, cheer my mood so that I might have the will to finish my yearly accounting. Ugh.

Hark! Might that be thunder I hear?

For a thunder and rain storm, it was pretty wimpy. Guess the days of really cool natural pyrotechnics and acoustics have faded with the advent of global warming and rape music.

I Don’t Like Mondays – Boomtown Rats
Stupid anal disagreeable wankers that are the music companies block the embedding of the video, which can be seen here.

Erato On The Pull

I was out last Thursday walking to a night club for a little amusement. Maybe pull some bird. It was a lovely full moon, with a faint misty haze before it, diffusing its soft light; scent of jasmine strong in the cool night air.

Erato, as Wikipedia explains, is one of the Greek Muses that inspires lyric poetry, typically romantic and erotic verse. And Selene is the goddess of the moon I’ve often written of.

But a funny thing happened on the way to the forum (club), no sooner than I composed the haiku as a note on my cell phone, some women crying and smelling of spilt beer stops me in the street, tells me about the recent death of her mother, and asks if I can help her back to her hotel. She clearly was having trouble with the vertical axis, so I help her out, find the hotel, and see her up to her room. Next thing she’s wanting me to come into her room and spend the night.

While this sounds like some teenage fantasy come true, I really didn’t fancy her, and it would not have been proper to take advantage of her in such an emotional and drunken state. I had to tear myself away from her as she tried to pull me into the room.

I think I should be careful about invoking Erato’s and Selene’s names in my haiku in future, cause I clearly I got more than I bargained for.


Milkweed pod from the cover of Words And Music and back of liner notes for The Book Of Secrets.This morning while walking Baka and listening to Lorenna McKennitt’s album The Book Of Secrets, I started to think about the suggestive photo of the milkweed pod on the back of the liner notes.

I imagined a woman lying nude and asleep in my bed, me awake, simply watching her, and how much would I ever come to understand her. I then wrote these two versions and I couldn’t decide which of the two expressed that thought more clearly.

So far, nothing has happened yet after having invoked Erato’s name twice in one morning, but the day is far from over yet.