Spill Writing

Spill Geist: Moths

by Anna Mortimer


It is a verdant green container in which we are all enclosed caught by the light of the moon. Even the spiral staircase leads nowhere. These gentle moths with their careful rituals cannot keep us in still soft silence for long. Too quickly we are cast out, back into the unkind urban city where the leaves are now the colour of gold and even these will soon be gone.