Lacewing

darkness outside, black and blue,

a watercolour wash 

separated by the jagged horizon

of a nearby roofscape, angular, 

stark, an origami fold,

pierced by four brilliant rectangles 

the only light 

stencilled onto the night,

a bedroom light

a brazen beacon

a rampant plant

filling the centre pane,

curtains are never drawn

a trap pulling in the eye

tense, no sign of life,

I am a moth to your flame

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© Graham Sherwood 07/2020