Painting by William Gouw Ferguson (National Galleries Scotland)‘Moth, Angel of the Night’ and Other Poetry by Michael Zhao The Society January 7, 2020 Beauty, Culture, High School Submissions, Poetry 8 Comments Moth, Angel of the Night Emerging from a rich cocoon, you shed off your old husk– with legs outstretched and wings unfurled, you head out in the dusk. O harbinger of sunsets– O twilight angel true! The time has come for you to fly out in the midnight blue! You flit around from here to there, imbued with majesty. Enjoying cool unfettered sky, Enjoying life so free. O spirit of the open– O sailor of the night! You travel through the great unknown whilst reaching for the light! The time has come to rest at last, for nothing ever stays– All wings must beat a final flap, All legs must give away. O treasure born of treasure– O rainbow found at dark! Although you only stayed so long, our world has felt your mark. Your dance of death has finished here, and off you drift, so still. But you have passed to many kin– a dance of life, a will! Fallen Arbor Too quickly from this world you took your leave– the angels at your solemn fate did weep. Our sorrowed hearts could only mourn and grieve, the day when you fell in eternal sleep. Your gnarled wood has rotted in old age, and leaves once green no longer can be found. Our weeping hearts no power could assuage, the day when you fell crashing to the ground. But every great misfortune brings new chance, as Nature’s cycle starts again once more– Your body seems decaying at a glance– But none can ever strip away your core! Although you’ve passed your spirit still survives– for from your death a new life grows and thrives. Michael Zhao is an eleventh grade student at Lynbrook High School in San Jose, California. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 8 Responses Leo Zoutewelle January 7, 2020 Michael, I am impressed by the way you turned your thoughts into poetry. Keep up the good work! Leo Reply Joe Tessitore January 7, 2020 Young poets sparkle on the page With talent that belies their age. Will the circle be unbroken, indeed! Well done, Mr. Zhao! Reply James A. Tweedie January 7, 2020 Michael, I wrote my first sonnets in 11th grade. I wrote of love, of disappointment, angst, and hope. Somehow you managed to get at least three out of the four of these themes into your own sonnet . . . most significantly, hope. The poem is lovely. Your attitude towards life . . . even more so. There are three kinds of people in the world. Those who tear good things down, those who don’t, and those who raise good things up. It seems that you are destined to be numbered among the latter group. May your tribe increase. Reply Sally Cook January 7, 2020 Fine work, especially for someone just starting out. I, too love moths and trees. Let;s see more ! Reply C.B. Anderson January 7, 2020 Michael, Nice stuff! You don’t really need it, but if you want some advice from a grizzled veteran, it would go like this: In line 2 of “Moth” — “shed” does not require the adverb “off” — it’s built in, so “you shuffle off your husk” or “discarding your old husk –” would be better & more metrical. The very last line leaves me wondering, though I understand “a dance of life,” what “a will!” has to do with anything other than the attribution of volition to an insect whose entire existence is pre-programmed genetically. These comments should in no way detract from your achievement, but should only serve as notice in regard to how important fine distinctions and subtle details can be in a poetical thesis (conceit). Reply Angel L Villanueva January 7, 2020 What wonderful display of poetic talent at a young age! The two poems are a pleasure to read. Nicely done! Reply joespringza January 7, 2020 Great work, thanks for sharing with us. Reply C.B. Anderson January 30, 2020 Also, the last line of the first stanza of “Fallen Arbor” would be better if it had gone: the day you fell into eternal sleep. Do you see why this is so? Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.