Moths
By Philip Sidney
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Moths are back
to feed on the fabric of our lives.
Larvae slip soft bodies
from cylindrical casings -
invisible teeth unpick
our stories -
woven with the weft
across the warp -
now laid bare.
Colour blind in the dark
they suck dye -
transform memory
into the drab beige
of dusty death.
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I love the tiny details and
I love the tiny details and little juxtapositions.
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Moths are back, but did they
Moths are back, but did they ever really go away? I enjoyed the weft and warp of this piece, even its dusty death.
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Beautiful piece, PS.
Beautiful piece, PS. Denzella's IP is producing some cracking stuff!
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You have managed to turn
You have managed to turn something which has blighted my life in the past couple of years into a thing of mystery and odd beauty - well done! (the bastards ate almost all my clothes and all the carpets)
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Evokes the smell of long
Evokes the smell of long-closed wardrobes.
Parson Thru
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I just find the metaphor so
I just find the metaphor so sad! We can become so jaded, and things that seemed vibrant, lose their colour (that was maybe a bit like false or fragile excitement), but the deeper mellow colours can last and be warm !?? Rhiannon
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Loved your poem. Just wish I
Loved your poem. Just wish I could write like that. To me, it said so much and I'm no poet but I can appreciate one who is.
Moya
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