Sunday, September 22, 2013

A Disabled Wannabe

                                                          The Moth and the Lamp by Cesar Santos
Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag

Disabled by innocence of a kind
With a rare sense of purpose
Tiredness of none so blind
Of one in a striking stupor

A Tinkerbell wannabe alone
Yearnings of a night’s outing
Happy at being  given the freedom
Instead holding precariously to the lighting

A wrong strategy put paid
To her desire to roam the night
The golden dust were not replenished
She lost her strength in the morning light

Destined to stay put in that position
Waiting for nightfall so intently
When she would gain her power again
To return to base and re-charge her energy

Written for Tess' Magpie #187


  1. A tale of sacrifice indeed at your feed. be rough waiting on the night, for energy to take flight

  2. "a striking stupor" ? By golly, you hit the nail on the head with those words - they exactly describe the feeling that comes from that strange being... Full marks for observation.

  3. I so hope she makes it to her base! Nice depth.

  4. what a story you came up with for her...the need of night to find her power again....may it come soon to her...

  5. Indah bunyi pantun ini. Sayangnya terlalu mendalam untuk kefahaman saya sepenuhnya, Hank. Syabas

  6. Reading this has has recharged my energy , so thanks mate ....always a pleasure to read your stuff..