Friday night (when the light is right)
AKA Mothballs
All the moths have gone to play
In the city to see the sights
They tried, but they just couldn’t stay
So dusty wings took flight
They believe their time is limited
This may be their only night
So all the moths have gone away
To towns with brighter lights
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Author:
Andrew Charles Forrest (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Youth... and it's eagerness to experience everything now is like a moth to a flame an age old metaphor I know but these are strengthened emotions particularly today as we come out of lock-down... cut the kids some slack when the reins come off and let them be kids again... just for a while
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Comments4
May the light fill there lives with wonder.
Andy
A fine write Andrew.
Yes youth has to try out wings after occasions like these Andrew - let us hope now the easing of lock-down will stay.
this little gem should appeal not only to us moths mate but to them there butterflies as well .... 🙂
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