From "The Song of Wandering Aengus" by William Butler Yeats:
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
You may read the rest of the poem here.
I was 12 or 13 when I first read this poem, and I loved it so much I memorized it. I discovered the poem through Ray Bradbury's book of short stories called The Golden Apples of the Sun, the title of which is the last line of the Yeats poem.
While I was stitching up Moth Boy (obtained from a kit with a few modifications), I kept thinking of the poem. It didn't occur to me until now that associating Moth Boy with the poem was a bit humorous regarding the line "... fire was in my head." I decided that to earn his title, Moth Boy needed more than a lantern to attract the moths, and so I gave him orange-red hair. Here is the front of Moth Boy:
Moth Boy is so irresistable that he even has one of these crepuscular creatures hitchhiking on his back:
This week's Poetry Friday Roundup is hosted at Picture Book of the Day. I'm sure that this is not the first time "The Song of Wandering Aengus" has been featured on Poetry Friday. As a reminder, anyone in the blogosphere is eligible to participate in Poetry Friday.