as night invaded my world
giant moths were drawn
to my lamp as it exposed
endless empty words

lulled by their velvet caress
I drifted into a deep sleep
gassed, out for the count
I imagined fields of soft grass

with beetles crawling over me
moth wings felt like weights
wondering if the dawn would
come before they claimed me

“Darkness came, full of moths and beetles. I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness of the word and swathes of soft grass. Then the fumes of the night put me to sleep” (As I walked out one Midsummer morning) – use my alchemy to turn Laurie Lee’s prose into poetry

dVerse, Laura