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A moth, quivering by Chris Taljaard

Chris Taljaard | May 20th, 2014 | a poem a day challenge | No Comments

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[tab id=1]Desperately
He distorted his vision
And read between edges
His eyes began to bleed
A moth was pulsating
In his periphery

Defiantly
He dismantled himself
With crafted crimson characters
But he could not see them
The moth was flickering
Within his fancy

Deathly
Silence ensued
The moth trembled
The web stuck
As it strangled
Him in words
And the venom
Of his verse
Seeped as smoke
Into its nerves
He quivered
It stopped[/tab]
[tab id=2]Perhaps you will forgive me if I turn from my own feelings to the words of another splendid bugger, Bob Dylan:

Just for a second there I thought I saw something move…
Gonna take dancing lessons, do the jitterbug rag –
Ain’t no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag.
Only a fool in here would think he’s got anything to prove.[/tab]

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