Month: July 2014

The High Tree

Taken on the Brisbane '06 flickr meet

It was a long fall from the high tree,
before I landed at your door.
Time has done a number on me.

Out in the elements, exposed
I am folding into myself
protecting what remains of me.

What remains of the day when
I was like a feather dancing
in the winds of the high tree.





photo courtesy Marcus Cyron


Child Runaway

I was a child runaway
inspired by hobos and train hoppers
possessions in a pillowcase
thrown over my shoulder
(no harmonica, though).

The farthest I got
was the strip of woods
at the edge of my cal-de-sac .
I dug a hole to house my goods
and dined on canned pears.

It got colder after sunset
but I had forgotten my jacket.
The bathing suit wouldn’t do
and I couldn’t start the fire.
I went back home and had a bath.

I think next time I run away from home,
I bring along my mother.
She always knew how
to strike a match
and pack a coat
and draw a bath.

“Very Inspiring Blogger Award Nomination”


Too Hoo! It seems I’ve been nominated for this beautiful and mysterious award! I was nominated by the incredible alien-time lord-poet over at Stellular Scribe (thank you much)! Stellular scribe is quite an inspiring blog (hence their nomination), writing beautiful poetry and works for short fiction, as well as advice for other writers. This multi-talented writer is also a musician and aspiring painter. Please do check it out.

There are some rules:

  1. Thank and link to the amazing person who nominated you.
  2. List the rules and display the award.
  3. Share seven facts about yourself.
  4. Nominate 15 other amazing blogs and comment on their posts to let them know they have been nominated.
  5. Proudly display the award logo on your blog and follow the blogger who nominated you.


So here are my 7 facts::

  • I am a Southern girl!
  • I am currently living in North Africa
  • I think pepper-jack cheese is man’s finest creation.
  • When I was younger, I would read the encyclopedia for fun.
  • I was a passionate Spanish learner until coming to Africa, where I can’t get Arabic out of my head.
  • I have been an ‘artist’ all my life. In my adolescence, I would mold clay into the likenesses of family members, and as I got older, I was painting landscapes.
  • I am quite neurotic.

Congrats and good luck to the other nominees. I will update this post shortly to say a few words about the blogs that I have nominated.

Hiba xx



My home is by the crystal bell
on the mantle-piece.
     Ornamental treasure,
     porcelain glass. 

I am taken from the shelf
when company comes,
     proud possession, passed
     from hand to hand.

I do nothing but smile,
as there is no other way
     my painted face,
     so pretty.

When the evening is finished,
and all have gone away
     I am returned to my
     solitary pedestal.