Moth-Print Spring

                                                 Moth-Print Spring

 

Pressed in the pages of this book

the moth that must have rested here

has turned into this powder blur,

the one dimension of itself.

Someone reading one Spring night

shut a sudden paper tomb

and trapped this echo of a flight.

A feint of light drew it there:

 

a dull reflection off the page

that made it seem a moon-lit flower

has made a moth an allegory.

I opened it by accident,

or some dust pressure did the same,

for a purpose that has melted,

in a bookshop long forgotten,

in a town I could not name -

 

and found this shadow on the text.

These wings outspread on the border

are printed off as fastened flight

and what was movement in the dark

is transferred to a trick of light:

the trace unjustifies the page

and lies like some erratic proof

 

or strange bird caught in miniature

that what is frozen still remains,

that all the ruled lines stay the same.

What is it that is captured here,

night crawler, myth mark, moth of thought,

now fixed and drifting out of date?

For changing once it stays unchanged.

Or does it lift?  Or has it stirred?

 

for something taps at the darkened pane

(summons of a finished Spring)

and a new moth-pale visitant burrs

against my own reflected face.

The book is balanced on my hand

as a moth will settle on a page:

to touch on things that move to grey,

all the ghosts of the self

closed in books we read somewhere.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 3rd Dec 2017 17:31

And so do I! The craftsmanship that expresses the illumination of idea! Poetry as ART.

jennifer Malden

Sat 2nd Dec 2017 22:46

Fascinating! One wants to read it several times to take it in. (At least I do)! Beautiful images and Language.

Jennifer Malden

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