Moths

Cherry

By Philip Sidney

Tue, 03 Apr 2018
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12 comments
 

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.

 

 
Image: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3ATineola_bisselliella_1.JPG

Certificate 12
Poem
Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)

Comments

Submitted by celticman on

I wonder what stores moths tell themselves. 

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

It would be fascinating to understand their alien lives.  Thanks for reading . :)

 

Submitted by london_calling79 on

I love the tiny details and little juxtapositions.

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thanks LC, small seems apt. :) 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thanks for the cherries. smiley

Submitted by Pat G on

Moths are back, but did they ever really go away? I enjoyed the weft and warp of this piece, even its dusty death.

Submitted by airyfairy on

Beautiful piece, PS.  Denzella's IP is producing some cracking stuff!  

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

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)

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Evokes the smell of long-closed wardrobes.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thanks all for reading!

Moths have literally eaten the fabric of my life too - I sort of resent them but guess they are oblivious to me. 

Parson Thru - you must have been in my house. smiley

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

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

 

Submitted by Denzella on

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