Linda Studley

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Flame Dancer

Fatal moth went flying,
flying through the night,
nightly through the dark,
darkly t’wards the light.

Light pulled like a magnet,
magnetic north, it called,
called the blind to follow,
follow, one and all.

All the moths flew vainly,
vainly t’wards the moon,
mooning for her touch,
touched since the cocoon.

Cocooning through the day,
daily grey moths sleep,
sleep until the moon rise,
rises them to fleet.

Fleet from grey bark nest,
nestled in the brush,
brush dust from their wings
in the frantic rush.

Rush to this new light,
alight on candle’s flame,
flame dancer writhe and fall,
fall and end the game.

 

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