I have a phobia about moths. I have tried to overcome it but to no avail. Even a picture of a moth has me trembling.
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The Moth
I have a most irrational fear,
Not one I can explain at all.
It’s a fear of moths, and now there’s one
High up on the bedroom wall.
I woke in the early hours
As the dawn chased the dark away,
And there it was right above me.
What a dreadful start to the day!
I turned over and tried to ignore it
But my heart was beating so fast.
I wanted to wake my hubby
As I have done in the past.
But I knew he would not be happy
To be dragged once again from his sleep,
Because of my thing about moths
Which is buried inside me so deep.
So I decided it was up to me
To deal with the problem alone.
The moth was quietly dozing
And the job I could not postpone.
I crept out of my bed quietly.
My slipper was the nearest thing at hand.
I threw it at the moth wildly,
Hoping in the vicinity it would land.
That was the worst thing to have done,
As the moth having had quite a scare,
Came hurtling directly at me
And fluttered around in my hair.
No longer feeling the need to be quiet
I let out the loudest of screams,
And thundered downstairs and slammed the door,
So Hubby was still dragged from his dreams.
Christine Ramsay
Very cute and funny. I enjoyed reading this poem. 
You were so brave too (at first). My daughter has a moth phobia also. Even though I do not – I am sympathetic, as I am for you. Wonderful poetry – as always!
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