Circling the Flame
The fluttering moth circled the flame
Enraptured it seemed, lost in the game.
The closer it got, the faster it flew
Unaware of disaster, if only it knew.
Irresistibly bright, too strong the draw
Couldn't pull away, just wanting more.
Then in an instant, whilst in glorious flight
It met with the flame, became one with the light.
Entry for
APRIL 2019 PREMIER 11,ANY FORM ,
ANY THEME, UP TO A MAX OF 8(E I G H T ) Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by brian Strand.
29/4/19. Placed 4th.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment