Written for Chèvrefeuille's haiku-blog
A curve of beauty
A gift after rain.
Refreshing after pouring rain
And energising us again
It's bow swoops smoothly overhead
Nature in blue and green and red.
Bright and benevolent see it fly
Over the dark and still stormy sky.
What if rainbows had never been?
I'm sure we'd miss them from the scene.
Oh woe is me! I am deprived!
In all the years that I've survived
I've never once seen wraith or ghost
Nothing spooky of which to boast.
My antennae must be poor
Or I'm not what ghosts are looking for!
The supernatural has passed me by;
It hasn't even played I-spy!
In many a vast and 'haunted' house,
I've stood as quiet as a mouse,
Waiting for something to assail me;
But the Netherworld decides to fail me.
I've gazed intently at the stairs,
So that I'm not caught unawares;
Half hoping to see a spook descending,
Into the misty darkness blending;
Half-hoping to feel something colder......
An icy tap upon my shoulder;
Half-hoping to feel a clammy finger
Touch my cheek and decide to linger.
Half-hoping to hear the voice of doom
Echoing around the room.
But no! They're quite explicit.....
Ghosts don't want to pay me a visit.
When I'm a ghost myself no doubt
I'll find out what it's all about!