The Moth
The moon shines brightly on my wooden porch,
as shadows dance from trees swayed by the breeze.
Alone, I sit beneath the glowing torch-
shaped light, relaxed and feeling much at ease.
Above, an open window on the right
and wind-swept curtains catch my eye, and so
a flicker came in view so near the light.
Alone, a moth is drawn inside the glow.
I wondered why a moth is drawn to flame.
Why does the mystery of light attract
the need to endlessly pursue the game
of fluttered wings that seem to interact,
like overwhelming magnets to light’s beam,
into a world of some eternity.
It seems to feel a mystery unseen
beyond the brilliant rays that it can see.
I turned to view the moon up in the sky,
a peaceful light to which I’m lured to know
what mysteries exist beyond my eye.
Alone, my soul is drawn inside the glow.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Maytime Standard Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 05/16/2017
~1st Place~
Contest: Screwed VI
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 09/27/2015
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