How Romantic
Well as it turns out I perhaps shouldn’t have quit my day job. Somehow I got it into my head this evening (don’t ask me how) that there was no point in being a writer if I didn’t use my powers for good. In this case, romancing the Man of the House. My weapon of choice? Haiku.
For those who don’t know and can’t be bothered clicking on the link, it’s a Japanese style of poetry. The only real rule is the structure. The first line has to be five syllables, the second seven and the third five again.
I fired up the instant message program I use to get his attention whenever I want it. We’re at opposite ends of the house, you see, and when he’s TF2ing it up with his headphones on I could be on fire and he wouldn’t realise. Anyway. Fire up the program and type in the first thing that pops into my head which seems to fit the profile.
Pale from lack of sun
Your skin never sees daylight
Love you anyway
How sweet. Lucky I’m more of a prose kind of girl.
Tagged: Writing.