Moth’s First Flight
A night in June,
A silk cocoon.
An urge down deep
Wakes Moth from sleep.
She wants the sky;
She wonders why.
“I only crawl;
My world is small.
It’s leaves and roots;
It’s stems and shoots.
The deep blue air
Away up there,
Unfettered, free,
Is not for me.”
That night in June
Her silk cocoon
Is shed; that brings
The sight of wings.
Those wings unfurl,
Dove grey and pearl.
A breath of wind—
She’s gone.
A silk cocoon.
An urge down deep
Wakes Moth from sleep.
She wants the sky;
She wonders why.
“I only crawl;
My world is small.
It’s leaves and roots;
It’s stems and shoots.
The deep blue air
Away up there,
Unfettered, free,
Is not for me.”
That night in June
Her silk cocoon
Is shed; that brings
The sight of wings.
Those wings unfurl,
Dove grey and pearl.
A breath of wind—
She’s gone.
This poem is copyright (©) Jennifer Thomas 2025
About the Writer
Jennifer Thomas
Jennifer is a Canadian writer and editor. She is the co-writer of the Invisible Things zine, a collection of poems about the invisible creatures (gnomes, imps, and so on) who inhabit the world of modern kids and get into no end of mischief. Jennifer comes up with her best ideas for poems while she’s walking her dog, and as a result her dog gets lots of walks. This makes her dog very happy.
