Sidney Beck Poet Quatrain

Moth

MOTH



Unsung butterfly of the night
Seen only in the murk
Eschewing the sunlight
Pale-skinned, huge-eyed, he will  lurk,


His bulb-drawn silent face- 
A morlock of the world of flies
Displayed in night-black case -
Against the cold glass lies.

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Jon A Cavanaugh September 22, 2013 at 4:13 PM What an incredible descriptive poem. I especially enjoyed your unique reference to a moth as a morlock among the world of flies. Great piece of poetry here.

David Nickle Read July 2, 2013 at 4:39 AM Finally, a worthy poem of the humble moth, I love watching them of an evening, now your words will flutter with their wings for all. Beautiful! Read ;{>

Ilene Bauer July 1, 2013 at 12:20 PM nice one, sidney! i especially love the first 2 lines...

The Situation July 1, 2013 at 11:58 AM yes impressive.

Andrea Dietrich July 1, 2013 at 8:33 AM This is very impressive way to write of the moth, Sydney. So good to see you post a poem!!