To Flame, Moth Mother
Like a moth to flame you approached;
Too near. Too close, you were singed and your wings
seared.
Too much, in retreat you bent
back your wings into the dusk of dark trees
and extinguished your own dwindling flame
Another light replaces yours while you flicker
in a darkness plagued by regret,
perhaps one day to venture again
into a new bright light.
© Gerry at Strummed Words
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5 comments:
Interesting that you wrote about a moth which was what I thought the stone said - then I thought perhaps it was a pets name and was going to write about a pets cemetery and a beloved pet called Moth - when I looked further and found it read Mother it threw me a little.
I like that you went with "Moth"...nice write...
You've represented the circle of life perfectly.
Nicely shared. A Moth's story well-told...
I went with Mother for the pic-prompt :)
I changed the title, dear readers, so that the poem fits the picture and vice versa. It still works...
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