Tuesday, 26 January 2010

re POEM 3

Trapped moth

moth-powder trail
on glass pane;

a grey smudge
circles naked candle

fleck, then retreats
again. It reappears,

travelling a parallel
circuit with eye-line;

now a sudden cerulean
as if searching for nature’s

sweet sap along cob-
webbed corners of barren
nuptial box.

Catherine Mark

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