You Can Never Go Down The Drain
There was a green moth in Rian's bathroom sink this morning.
Not a moth, truly. But I do not know what else to call it. Shaped generally like a moth, the size of half of Rian's thumb, but with segmented wings, like a dragonfly, yes?
It was green, in its entirety. The colour of a lime skin, but so fragile. It had died pressed flat against the white of Rian's porcelain bowl, inches above the drain, perfectly displayed like a butterfly against felt. The creature's wings were semi-transparent, miniscule veins of green forging small roads across the tissue.
Rian stood still, early morning, toothbrush stuck in mouth, and glotzed. Had it been born green? Or had something stained it in the throws of death? The scrolling on its wings held Rian frozen.
Twas the most beautiful thing I had seen in a long time. Rian spat toothpaste in the toilet bowl to keep from washing nature's perfection away. And finished ablutions in the kitchen sink.
Then came home from class hours later and washed it resolutely down the drain. Time cannot stop for heart foolish fancy and rarely do precious things last forever.
Not a moth, truly. But I do not know what else to call it. Shaped generally like a moth, the size of half of Rian's thumb, but with segmented wings, like a dragonfly, yes?
It was green, in its entirety. The colour of a lime skin, but so fragile. It had died pressed flat against the white of Rian's porcelain bowl, inches above the drain, perfectly displayed like a butterfly against felt. The creature's wings were semi-transparent, miniscule veins of green forging small roads across the tissue.
Rian stood still, early morning, toothbrush stuck in mouth, and glotzed. Had it been born green? Or had something stained it in the throws of death? The scrolling on its wings held Rian frozen.
Twas the most beautiful thing I had seen in a long time. Rian spat toothpaste in the toilet bowl to keep from washing nature's perfection away. And finished ablutions in the kitchen sink.
Then came home from class hours later and washed it resolutely down the drain. Time cannot stop for heart foolish fancy and rarely do precious things last forever.
posted by La Tulipe | 11:32 AM
6 Comments:
Ah, the green creatures! They are so delicate and finely drawn, like an art creation.
Indeed a nice meeting to begin the day.
I met a green creature like the one in your sink, once. It was alive, and quite shy.
Green lacewings are beautiful and ethereal as adults with wonderfully beneficial larva. They eat aphids. They are a bonus for organic gardeners
http://www.fcps.k12.va.us/StratfordLandingES/Ecology/mpages/green_lacewing.htm
I remember them from the west, but dot see them here in the Great Lakes region much. They have an irridescent sheen and lovely metallic gold eyes.
Ah, Lacewings! Such pretty creatures. I remember the first time I properly saw one up close. It was caught in Hoot's fur after a walk - he jumped in the back of my car and I noticed it. Carefully, I eased it onto my finger and we looked at one another for a moment - the creature's mesmerising golden eyes meeting mine, its beautiful gossamer wings, its bright green colouring! So lovely. Then it flew away up into a tree.
They are wonderful for the garden. And so pretty and unassuming.
That is lace wing to see them and find out more.
Rian had never before seen a lacewing. I shall never forget them, now.
Seer, Rian wishes to live in your photographic worlds.
You aleady live there, Rian.
*winks*
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