In the Mogshade
We skip beneath the branches
Enshrined in dappled light
When from the oak tree’s craggy toes
A startled moth takes flight
With dusty paper flutters
He twirls through broken dreams
As shadows ripple playfully
And sunlight falls in streams
We pause to watch him rest again
Seek out a hidden nook
And think there would be fairies here
If we knew where to look
Leaf-laden branches whisper
Of secrets no-one knows
Of magic in the mogshade*
Where the mossy-velvet grows
Enshrined in dappled light
When from the oak tree’s craggy toes
A startled moth takes flight
With dusty paper flutters
He twirls through broken dreams
As shadows ripple playfully
And sunlight falls in streams
We pause to watch him rest again
Seek out a hidden nook
And think there would be fairies here
If we knew where to look
Leaf-laden branches whisper
Of secrets no-one knows
Of magic in the mogshade*
Where the mossy-velvet grows
*Mogshade is an old English word describing the shadows or dappled light cast by the canopies of trees.
This poem is copyright (©) Rebecca Loveday 2024
About the Writer
Rebecca Loveday
Rebecca is an emerging children’s poet from Portsmouth, England. She loves writing in rhyme and storytelling through poetry. Rebecca also works in a nursery where she supports children with additional needs. She lives by the sea in a house filled with interestingly-shaped pebbles and too many notebooks.
