the herald


A moth flew into my windscreen as I drove to work this morning. It was dark so I never noticed but when I went to my car later in the day to go home I found it there, glued to my wipers. A gorgeous rusty red and orange thing. Its insides had been pulled out but it was still alive. What could I do?
I carefully detached it and brought it home. We found out it was a herald.











I brought home
a dying moth 
a herald
red and gold
I put him in a box
to die among friends
lies now between
kingfisher wings
porpoise bones
and adder skins
lies still
without light
and is beautiful




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