Moth-Eaten Mouths Poem by Sandy Player

Moth-Eaten Mouths

Rating: 5.0


My faint white wardrobe
Opened with two scarlet handles,
The clothes are on the inside,
Cotton, some silk, housing legions of you.

I stand choosing, indecisive,
Combinations cluttering my mind;
Colours and kind blinding those eyes
That powder into black sand
And put space, that deep desert,
Between my right ear and my left.
My head emptied: death to life to death.

Frozen.

Meanwhile, yellow-striped moths
Crawl out your mouth and mine too,
Line after line, not a few; trillions.
They eat, feast on evening suit to the right
And darned brown cape on the left, even the least
They bring to inexistence, their evening dish.
To drape, I wish, on beggar's garb, I wish.

I'm stood staring at my
Empty wardrobe, no say left;
I am right naked,
Exposed to esposure
And nothing.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ruth Walters 12 March 2013

those moths must have been really fat after that feast ;) another great write

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Aria Siren 21 February 2013

I am right naked Exposed to exposure And nothing Wow. This piece is amazing. I like how it is doused slightly with humor which intensifies the feeling of reading it. You are very talented!

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Dawn Lambert 06 February 2013

Pretty ironic poem. Very funny to picture..... great work.

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