The Moth

A poem written in the villanelle form

A jagged peak against the cold blue sky

Reaching forth to claim the promise unknown

So delicately wrought in times gone by


Keening sobs for dreams lost echoing why

Torn and leaking life from a hopeless throne

A jagged peak against the cold blue sky


Is hope so senselessly now gone awry

Can eleventh hour acts help to atone

So delicately wrought in times gone by


Desperately searching with jaded eye

Once young fresh maiden now age burdened crone

A jagged peak against the cold blue sky


When blessed joy returns then hope shall fly

Such depth of resilience will be shown

So delicately wrought in times gone by


The follies of man all nature defy

Look closer - it's a moth wing fully grown

A jagged peak against the cold blue sky

So delicately wrought in times gone by


~~~ Ellen Apple 09-06-2014