|Small Dusty Wave (Idaea seriata)|
Mottephobia: the irrational fear of moths.
My phobia of moths goes way back, to this childhood incident.
Now I'm working on overcoming my mottephobia through my camera lens. Through curiosity. Through my stubborn determination to refuse to be deprived of moths in my life forever more.
This summer, I'm even starting to do mothy things with sheets, torches, sugaring and wine ropes I never ever dreamed I could steel myself to do. Even opening a window with the lights on in the evening has been a no-no for most of my life!
The following poem squeezed its way out on such an evening of lying in wait for the whisper of wings.
|Female Bee Moth (Aphomia sociella)|
Let's sit suspended in this burning dark
Moths mutter and barge in watch-spring arc
From nectareous things
Sheets running rivers of fluttering light
Retina flexes to flatten night.
Still heart-deep primal phobia
Shrieks headless panic under buddleia
I tense transfixed, pinned corpse on card
In the melting dusk of my own backyard
They blunder through gaps
Between stratus and star
To the flames of our fears
To wherever we are.
|White-shouldered House Moth (Endrosis sarcitrella)|