He always knew that he would die this way
From the moment he first felt the fire,
the warmth spreading over his body
that made all the pain go away,
he knew that he would never stop
He wasn't afraid of being burned
He flew higher
and higher
He wanted the sun for himself
if only once
And when he gave that final push,
he almost made it
Almost
But in the end
his wings turned to ash,
his body to dust
And the flame still burned.
submitted for Magpie Tales, Mag236 and
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Open Link Monday
19 comments:
It's like the Icarus myth for moths.. I like that burning feeling and how it really burns..
From the mind of the moth to your pen, Ms Mouse. Well done.
Luv, K
i enjoyed this journey... loved the detail of life no matter how small
The poor moths - always drawn to the very thing that kills them. But what a way to go, I guess.
"the warmth spreading over his body
that made all the pain go away,"...this is the attraction...sad...
Well said, Lola! Love this poem.
The inevitability here is chilling .. beautiful poem, Mouse!
Dramatic, strong, well written.
life comes and goes in but a flicker of light...and the burning remains.
i echo Wolfsrosebud's take
gracias mi amiga
At least he tried............
This is an astute metaphor for the life of both moth and man.
whoa.
i liked the different viewpoint...x
reminded me of that Viktor Frankl quote: what is to give light must endure burning ~
but to fly!
Brought Mercury to mind...nice...
Wonderful take on Icarus, really well done!
And the flame still burned. LOVE it! Love and Light, S
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