I am currently mining in my old posts on the other blog for any rhymes which might be used in a proposed collaborative collection.  In the course of it, I come across things I would like to repost.  This scary experience is one:

It was a dark and stormy night.

Everyone had gone to bed, and the house was silent.

Alone in the study, I was blogging away to myself when suddenly I had this feeling that I was no longer alone. I checked: door and windows closed, no cat behind the curtains or lurking anywhere in the room – and yet I had this feeling of … a presence. Something seemed to be disturbing the air, causing little random stirrings that were subtly different from any normal draughts.

I shrugged and went on. After a while I felt the stirring again, and this time, it was also as if I had caught some movement right at the periphery of my vision. I swivelled my office chair for a proper look behind me: nothing.

Some fifteen minutes elapsed, and then I sensed it again – and once more I almost seemed to have glimpsed something over my shoulder. A bit later, I felt a really distinct stirring of air – and I was softly but unmistakably caressed on the back of my neck!

Yet again, there was nothing to be seen or felt behind me, or anywhere round me.  Yet now the air seemed to be stirring constantly. very gently and subtly.  I was just wondering whether I should be going into utter panic mode when I was tapped on the top of my head and I felt a slight, steady pressure there …

That should have tipped me right over the edge, especially as some weird stuff had been going down recently with things vanishing and reappearing – that sort of thing.

Somehow, though, I immediately sensed what it was. With a flash of insight and logic, I was able to work out that what you see below had, after flitting just out of my field of vision for a while, perched on my back. There he must have settled for some time before touching my neck with wings on taking off, after which he had flown straight above me and circled before he had come down again – this time on my head!

Isn’t he a beauty? And a whopper – he had about a ten-centimetre wingspan.  A super natural experience indeed!

© September 2009 Colonialist (24.com /blogs)

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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20 Responses to I WANT MY M O T H E R !

  1. Nicola says:

    Wonderfully creepy – beautiful patterns on the moth’s wings


  2. optie says:

    That would have freaked me out big time!


  3. colonialist says:

    I did say words to that effect!


  4. Gobetween says:

    Well written I was eagerly reading to get to the explanation. Perhaps I have seen it before on your other blog but my memory is not what it use to be.


  5. Gorgeous. There’s something ethereal, and unsettling, about moths.


  6. arkenaten says:

    Better than the Parktown Prawn I found crawling up my leg one time!


  7. Sarchasm2 says:

    Bangbroek! 🙂


  8. adeeyoyo says:

    Very beautiful indeed, Col, but I would not have liked that soft mothy touch… Call me a coward, but I don’t like creepy little legs touching me.


  9. The Asian says:

    Those things always give me such a fright when I’m lying in bed in the dark and it flies around hitting things


  10. twolips2 says:

    Scary at first, I bet, but a beautiful moth, nonetheless.


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