Behind The Veil

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The day death came, she saw

A moth holding court

In the corner of the room, a flickering

Sepia shadow, muted

Whispers from the nearby

Ether where her God

Was waiting.

And it fluttered flighty

Morse code, signals of

Transition and how to slip

Behind the veil; softly,

Softly in the fading of

Presence, the evaporating

Senses, she found it

Her silken sunbeam, her chariot,

Her ray of redemption;

Wisdom imparted by a true

Light seeker.


 

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Big Sal

Mon 6th Aug 2018 02:26

First three lines really shine through.?

Pao Oli

Fri 21st Jul 2017 20:47

reminds me of the death of the moth by Virginia Wolf

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Seán Maguire

Tue 13th Jun 2017 01:31

Lovely imagery. A highly descriptive poem.

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Tom Harding

Mon 12th Jun 2017 00:51

really like some of the imagery here, particularly the moth holding court in the corner of the room

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