redeye's blog: "red eye moments"

Title: The Moth Prince

as an heir of impertinence

standing in heritage to the throne

i lie across the earth 

the celestial chorus of crickets 

insectile hymn vibrates through me 

it smells like fresh morning dew 

as the truckers carry on through the night 

rain mops me up in a flood of scorn  

pain courses through every limb 

as I try to propel my moth-wings in the wind 

rain beating down like a judicial mallet 

I struggle forward with my antennae buzzing 

into the shadow where the unconcious lay 

"...these happy days are yours and mine..." 

and yet i'm utterly alone 

here in the fen with the crickets prowling