October 10, 2007

MOTH POEM (for Anna Reckin)



Your words skit

         hover         flit

donít quite


across      the     page

      but   s  m  u  d  g  e   its surface

leave soft   s t a i n s 


an iridescent dust from fragile wings

is what remains


elusive worlds   evoked and caught

      are      s  l  o  w  l  y      stroked

and   c a r e f u l l y   wrought

into   s u c h   brightness


cobweb light


that Iím left gasping


on the    f                                       n  

                  l                   e         i         g

                       u         t         r


                                                                breath of flight



—Hilary Mellon


Posted by dwaber at October 10, 2007 01:13 PM