Another kind of Moth Girl

A moth girlI 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.


She flutters

as a silversoft moth;

her lifedance lights my dark existence

and sets a flame in this ancient dry soul.

She flutters closer.

About wombat37

A Yorkshireman in the green hills of Lancashire, UK Not a real wombat, obviously, or typing would become an issue. I do have short legs and a hairy nose, however. Oh, & a distinctive smell.

Posted on October 28, 2016, in Keira, Poems, Poetry, Writings. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Love it! I do not think you will ever NOT be creative. Hugs.


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