She skirts the edges of the night
drawn like magnet toward his light.
Enamored by the pale orb’s call,
her shadow dances ‘cross the wall.
Such allure could prove unwise—
to linger close would mean demise…
but moth still flutters toward the flame;
her prize just waiting to be claimed.
© Ginny Brannan 2013
|Cesar Santos: The Moth & the Lamp|
Inspired by image for The Mag #187, posted too late to share. Image provided by Tess Kincaid, she provides the image, we the story!