A White Moth
A white moth
the size of the moon the shape of a gull soaring over the surf skimming the sand
landing
on a dune
clung
to our screen
Its thin filar feet
curled into mesh.
Its flour white
wings preened
and flattened against
the screen
This white moth the size of the moon
was soon
found by young
fingers
and its lingering
clinging
was done.
Those flour white wings
became
dust
flecks
filling wee holes in the mesh.
Frances Webb
Frances Webb, a summer resident of Oak Bluffs since 1964, is a published writer having poems and stories in literary journals (The Iowa Review, The Literary Review, new renaissance, South Road, Punto 7 Review and others) and a novel, “Innocence and Gold Dust,” published in 2010. Retired from teaching, she has done much of her writing over the years on the Vineyard.
The Martha’s Vineyard Times welcomes contributions to Poet’s Corner. Dan Waters, former poet laureate of West Tisbury, will select poems to be published here. Submissions should be directed to dan@indianhillpress.com.