Another kind of Moth Girl
I dashed off a small poem this morning (my version of doodling, I suppose), and it was only after I came to post it here that I realised I was imagining moth-girls again. I wonder if this says anything about me, other than a lack of originality? Whatever, here it is.
as a silversoft moth;
her lifedance lights my dark existence
and sets a flame in this ancient dry soul.
She flutters closer.