A WHITE WING RISING, day 25 of A Month with Yeats

Day 25 of Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats and the quote is:

‘And when white moths were on the wing, and moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream and caught a little silver trout.’—W.B. Yeats

Jane’s blog is:

https://janedougherty.wordpress.com

My poem today is called

A WHITE WING RISING

A starlit day,

on a distant shore,

as if summer had sent it

swarming like a snowflake;

silken wings to summon the sunset,

a white moth to raise a sweet soul

departing.

And there,

as a star was added,

the bright moon was kissed

in berry blush as the sun settled

beneath the lake where the lost trout

turned through tresses of silver dancing

and he smiled at his love, since lost,

now glimmering

in eternity.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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