|Here's the cover at Concita's very moment|
of triumph in the Eurovision Song Contest
This goes back to distant times, well before Portia's "Thus hath the candle singed the moth" in The Merchant of Venice, as an allegory of dangerous temptation - and of course it applies to the light-trapping which provides my material here. I'm glad to say, though, that like Portia's disappointed suitor Aragon, my moths depart alive (and unsinged).
|It was only one moth back in August 2009.|
I wrote to ask which species they'd used but
Quotations about the beauty and interest of moths are sadly harder to find, but I'll leave you with a very nice piece of imagery from Browning's poem, The Gondola. It reminds me of my Mum's 'butterfly kisses' which involve delicately brushing the recipient's cheek with your eyelashes. I'm glad to say that my tiny granddaughter appears to approve of these.
|THE moth's kiss, first!|
|Kiss me as if you made me believe|
|You were not sure, this eve,|
|How my face, your flower, had pursed|
|Its petals up; so, here and there|
|You brush it, till I grow aware|
|Who wants me...|