Water Glass Moth – Luke Otley (My Troubled Mind)

You cling to my finger like a newborn.
The same weight that clogged your engines and dragged
you down to drown now buckles
you tight to the safety raft.
The irony is not lost on me.

I slide you off onto the windowsill, the sun
crashes in like the lord and saviour through stained-glass
and you rest there, antennas crooked either side
like a funny old flattened toupee in the street.

What light guided you to my glass, Moth?
The bathroom window open but a crack,
it is almost unimaginable
how far you journeyed, working
tirelessly your tiny wings
as if determined to find death
in a macrocosm of blooming refuge.

I smile and shake my head at you,
give you one      last
knowing look
over my shoulder
as I use the mirror
to tie my mask over
my nose
and mouth.

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Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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