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Woken by Moths

Poem By: Methelusa
Poetry


I catch moths. My other half hates them, and it is my duty to slay all moths that come before me. I in turn am petrified of spiders...but this poem is about a mythical battle, yet to take place.. View table of contents...

 

Submitted: Jun 4, 2007    Reads: 46    Comments: 4    Likes: 0   


Suddenly woken by a candle lit moth

I froze in my sleep, hid under the cloth

It fluttered, as it flickered

The dim lights had given him up to me.

Gathering my courage, set out from the sheets

Wrapped up in silks that nature bequeathed

I sought to cup him in hand

And clip those wings that awaken me.

Awaken me from a slumber deep

Awaken things I no longer need

I awoke to the world around me.

So I gasped and he ran, took flight dissapeared

I saw him hiding behing the lightshade

With no little stealth, much less of a warning

I went for the kill, my fingers were burning

T'antamount to Icarus, flew close to the bulb

I just got a stare, that said Methelusa, you fool!

So I slinked back to bed, awash in my head

The night that had brought me such pain,

A moth hit the lights, instigated a fight,

And came out on top, once again.


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Heh! All moths must die in my house! Thats the rules! You catch moths, I catch spiders!
Lovely poem, hun! Really, really cool!

Posted: Jun 4, 2007

Author Comment:

Ta muchly tango serrato

I live in this cottage in the mountains and every night I kill about 8 moths. Sometimes I'm afraid their families will take revenge on me...:)

Posted: Jun 4, 2007

Author Comment:

Ha ha! Yeah, I try to just catch them and put them back outside, but then there's the queen...

I like moths, but prefer spiders. My g/f wants a tarantula, but with 3 dogs, 8 cats a snake, a hamster and a bloody axolotl, I think we have enough, lol. I like this piece though. It's about right, getting woken up in the early hours because of a creepy crawly. Thing is, if she kept her eyes closed, she'd never have seen it lol.

Posted: Jun 6, 2007

Author Comment:

Wow - what I cramped house you must have! Yeah, i try to pretend I'm asleep when that happens...thanks for the comment.

Hate spiders myself, loved the poem. My son has a tarantula and I flee each time he brings it out.

Posted: Jun 9, 2007

Author Comment:

Yuk! There's no way I would allow one of those within a mile of me! Glad you enjoyed it.



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