Quite striking
definite admiration required:
diffuse tungsten glow on
fluff and flying eyes.
Others, grey to brown, flutter about
almost indignant
Powder adorns the light night air
So, to be an outdoor lamp
semi-brainless disciples clambering
about you,
to you
but there is always one or more
elegant, still and beautiful
now we can make the metafigurative
jump into the bedroom
I think I’m probably a bulb,
but somehow it’s all been switched –
one of many dim photon-donors
awkwardly tinking and clinking
around the radiant, attracting moth
not quite sure what to do.
