October 10, 2007

MOTH POEM (for Anna Reckin)

 

 

Your words skit

         hover         flit

donít quite

                  sit

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

                             t

                                                                breath of flight

 

 

—Hilary Mellon

 

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