Sunday, September 29, 2013

Fatal Attraction

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!


  1. when it is so alluring how could you not
    but then again you must be willing to pay the price...

  2. Oh, I did read this before and thought I left a comment... hmmm. Sometimes on my iPhone it "bleeps" out on me and my messages don't "take".

    How like the moth we often are! Intriguing take on this odd image.


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