The Moth I Left Behind

[Eric Ashford]

I love you, Broad-boarded Bee-Moth
I’m delighted by your transparent wings,
‘diaphanous’ some say.

I love your jerky jiggly flight by day
as you flitter from leaf to leaf.
Some say you flutter, but I think not so much.

You fly through riverside woods
and sometimes hover over mountain slopes,
depending on your mood, and let’s face it
you’re certainly a little moody.

You could not follow me to America,
I recall that sad rainy day when we parted,
tears ran down my ears as I waved goodbye.
You flit lonely now through a faraway sky.

Do you miss me,
my dear Broad-bordered Bee-Moth?
Do you forgive me for that brief affair
I had with that Humming-bird Hawk Moth?
She meant nothing to me.
It has always been you my dinky-winged darling,
only you.

[indar]

Heart-rending. 

[Gyppo]

Whimsical

I think either the spell checker or auto complete has altered your opening line.

Gyppo

[Eric Ashford]

A tragic lovelorn tale for sure Indar.

[Eric Ashford]

Emmm, looks like I might be short a comma Gyppo!
Whimsy is my thing don't you know. Cheers.

[Gyppo]

Eric, my query was 'boarded' or 'bordered'.

What a man does with his commas is his own business   Unless it makes a major change to the meaning.

Gyppo 

[TrevorConway]

Hi Eric,

I didn't really buy this until the last verse, where you went full-on with the comical tone. Before that, it felt uninteresting and melodramatic to me. I think the heart of this is a full-on comic piece. Maybe it could start with feeling pestered by the moth, trying to kill it, then, over time, falling for it...preparing for it to land on...the affairs with other insects. Just an idea. Might be ay off what you want.

All the best,

Trev