"Fool for Love" Spaiku, Part 5: Fascination

[mere_ubu]

This is my next-to-last batch of William haiku. Scout's honor! (Okay, I was never actually a Girl Scout, but "Brownie dropout's honor" just doesn't have the same ring to it.) In this installment, William first looks upon the face of his salvation. BtVS, S5. G. (Previous parts here.)
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I.
Burning baby fish?
Wariness surrenders to
curiosity.


II.
If cats were angels,
they might look and talk like this
ethereal girl.


III.
Uncanny knowledge
of his innermost yearnings
confounds and enthralls.


IV.
Childlike beauty’s gaze
bores through drab woolen armor,
bares the poet’s heart.


V.
Pale eyes mesmerize,
comprehend his entirety . . .
beckon him homeward.

Comments

More William? Yes!!!

[philips.livejournal.com]

I've always wondered what baby fish are called. Fry supposedly. And burning baby fry does sound so very wrong. Go Dru!

Childlike beauty’s gaze
bores through drab woolen armor,
bares the poet’s heart.

Beautiful. Exactly that.

Pale eyes mesmerize,
comprehend his entirety . . .
beckon him homeward.

Got the underlying emotion perfect here. *applauds*

Re: More William? Yes!!!

[mere-ubu.livejournal.com]

Hee! I wonder what the hell she thinks it is that she's seeing? That Drusilla's one complicated chick.

Thank you so much. The fact that you like them and that they gave me a much-needed something soothing to do while hiding in the garret on vacation makes this a win-win for me. :D