Saturday, September 8, 2012

A Moth Gave Me Dance Lessons, Except It Didn't

I hate you, moth.
For when I saw any
Of you,
I knew I was about to take
A dance lesson.

I hate you, moth.
The moment
I started to hear any
Tickety-pickety sounds you made with your
Horrifying wings and ugly legs,
My head would go sideways, and
My eyes would roll up and

Flap, flap. Scream, shriek.

After the warm-up you made me do,
You confirmed my fidget
With your presence.

I fear you, moth.
You teach various dance moves
I never learned before, which
I did not remember asking or
Inviting Your Dishonor
To give lessons.
But I followed your instructions,
Anyway, with reluctance.

1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3.
Salsa, Cha Cha, Hip Hop.

After all, 
I have not become a proper dancer,
And will never be,
If I show people what I learnt from you.
I tell you, moth:
I just wished you would listen to me when
I asked you
To leave.
Don't accept
the invitation I never intended to give out.

I can only
Turn on the fire of your hell
To thank YOU for
All the unnecessary things you taught me.

Comments and advices are welcome~
Truth be told, I really need some guidance ;)

1 comment:

  1. Overall a good piece of poem. But there are some points you may consider (just some opinion):

    1. Horrifying wings and ugly legs-> perhaps you can to show more here (instead of just telling) to make the whole thing sounds more terrifying.

    2. Fidgety is an adj instead of a noun?

    3. "All the unnecessary things you taught me." ->perhaps simplify the words 'unnecessary things' to one word?