Lost Soul

I am a wavering moth,
a dusty Hebrew character,
inky like my name.

I am lost in the night,
fluttering and in flames
but drawn towards the light.

Feeding on fluff and shadows,
I sleep among the living
and wake up with the dead,

when beating hearts
are unforgiving
to souls that have been bled.

Kim M. Russell, 2017

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Image found on http://www.ukmoths.org.uk

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #107: Lost 16.02.17. Also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Artistic Interpretations – Immigrant Portraits.

Lorraine tells us that she often finds herself lost: in thought; in a physical space; in nightmares; in her mind; in a book or story. Being lost can be pleasant or frightening. Reassuring or jarring. She has asked us to weave a tale with the threads of lost.

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27 thoughts on “Lost Soul

  1. Vivid imagery — how well you describe the life of a moth. Moths have always fascinated me — you reminded me of the mysteries of the creature that intrigue. I am picturing the large luna moths pressed against the screen door.

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    1. I’ve always thought of butterflies as the living and moths as dead souls. I feel sorry for moths being the poor cousins as they are really rather beautiful, if less colourful.

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      1. I like the analogy — I never thought of the relationship of moths and butterflies in such a way. Moths are considered a “pest” at night, while butterflies are seen as a blessing in the day.

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    1. It is very sad but it seems to have been happening throughout history – the human race should have learnt something from history but it just keeps making the same mistakes.

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  2. I sleep among the living
    and wake up with the dead,
    when beating hearts
    are unforgiving
    to souls that have been bled.

    These lines strike a chord and send shivers reeling down my spine! Most evocative write!!

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    1. Thank you, Margaret. Moths are fascinating creatures. Most writers tend to write about butterflies but I know of a few stories that have been written about moths, mainly ghost or horror stories, but hardly any poems. I was thinking of Jewish refugees at first and then of all immigrants risking everything as they are drawn to the bright light of a ‘safer’ new home.

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