It's Still Life

A White Moth Wander

I am a moth
dressed in cheddar white,
a celebration
of what I once was.
Before my edges
blurred heavy and dull,
and will heaven lower itself when my time comes – so I can reach it?
So cruel and so
tender is age, and
my virtues are scarce
vices; my half-vices.
And days drop like dust
between the floorboards.
I didn’t know I was lost in the blues until you painted me white.
It’s one of those days
when the skyline
is invisible,
and I am a moth
posed in white, pretending
I’m still feminine.

written for Miz Quickly. Poem form: Nonce.