Bracken -brown I breathe, one eye opened
camouflaged, alone. I note the callous sun
gone pale, grey behind its autumn shroud,
almost turning day to night and my moth-
mind. moon-mind, flutters skyward higher
where in the cold embrace of night we will
later waltz, Madame Moth the Moon and I.
Today Sarah hosts dVerse Poetics with a prompt where we are writing from the point of view of an insect. The picture of the moth in the wilted bracken I took during the weekend and it inspired this short piece.
September 14, 2021