A dusted smudge – the moth has left its mark
on the smooth painted plaster where I struck it,
with a rolled up newspaper.
It flaps uselessly,
its body too cumbersome, a primitive concept.
A dying form.
The moth or the newspaper you ask?
Mish is hosting at dVerse Poets Pub for Quadrille Monday, using the word ‘smudge’. See details at this link:https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/14/quadrille/ and read some great responses.