Grass angels
Lying in the lush,
sun on my heart,
hand reaches out
to you,
the sky,
that cinnabar moth on the buttercup.
We laugh.
Secret of survival.
Our souls make it to the next level,
that foreign land,
called home.
Grass angels, by Britta Benson
by Britta Benson
Odds & Ends - Poetry Blog 
No doubt busy laying eggs – the moth, not you!
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The cinnabar moth was inspired by your recent picture prompt, Peter. I saw one not too long ago. Such a beautiful moth. I call it the Star Wars moth, because it looks a bit like Darth Maul. Well, the colour scheme is the same.
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The colours are very intense. Quite lovely.
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I love the unexpected title of this poem and its simple imagery! ❤
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Thank you, Jaya, much appreciated.
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So beautiful!! I love this one
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Thank you so much, Anne. Much appreciated.
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Love the “cinnabar moth on the buttercup” Great work!
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Thanks, Bartholomew. Much appreciated.
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So beautiful and serene, Britta! ❤
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Thanks, Harshi. Much appreciated.
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Sweetly serene words! I love the line about the moth.
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Thank you. That cinnabar moth is a stunning beauty. We call it the Star Wars moth, because it looks a little like Darth Maul… Such a beauty! The moth. Not Darth Maul….
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