Haiku: Ghost in My Bedroom

I see you, sort of.
Billowing, fair. Even though
no air stirs your hair.

Maybe I should’ve changed the last word and made it about jellyfish since I don’t believe in ghosts. Anyway, just having fun experimenting with creating a sense of meaning inside the constraints of this form.

Haiku, Questions for the Dinosaur on my shoulder:

Did you always have
feathers? Where did your fangs go?
Would you like some steak?

~Renee H. Gannon
Sept 15, 2009

Silence of the Lambs, Buffalo Bill’s Haiku

Man suit. Must make a
woman suit. Nice, pale skin. Do
you like this lotion?

~Renee H. Gannon
Sept 15, 2009

Haiku: Teenage Vampire vs. Werewolf – Bragging Rites

My fangs are better
than yours. Long, sharp, leave gaping
holes. In your mom’s neck.

Zombie Haiku

Decay. Flesh, peeling.
Rot, melting. Nerves lack feeling.
Dead things. Mind, reeling.

~Renee H. Gannon
Sept 5, 2009

I wrote that during a Dragon*Con 2009 panel (at the request of a panel host). I sometimes don’t get the correct number of syllables lined up, but I think it worked out this time.