Thank you Margarita.
I really like this haiku!
What a wonderful opening. What joys it conjures up of childhood; of circuses and fairs. The hurdy-gurdy music. Darkness and garish coloured lights. Scents of popcorn and fairy-floss and hotdogs. I remember standing in the carousel queue waiting for my turn, watching the rides go around, and choosing which horse would be my mount, looking them each in the eye, before rushing onto the platform and claiming my steed.
The tame round-and-round, up-and-down of the carousel is matched by the regular 5-5-5 syllable construction of the poem. But the extra syllables are not missing, they are hidden there in the wild joy of the rider. Ah, indeed there is a wild gleam in that painted eye.