Every morning I make these folds.
Gentle creases encourage
initial shaping,
blank paper expanse
transforming,
as valley folds take hold.
Every morning I make these folds.
Manipulating fingers
push and merge
swallow wings
along imaginary
…………………………dotted lines.
Every morning I make these folds.
Through fragile, temporary
structures
my mountain folds
summon up existence.
Every morning I make these folds.
Finally flight path ready,
my plane of existence soars.
But how many flights?
And how many planes and paths?
For every day I make these folds.
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Repetition is at the heart of ritual and reshaping and you have blended these three-r’s to the point of riveting the reader. This piece stands out RT for its quiet pattern of reinforcement and rejuvenation.
As a West Country lass I should really be rolling those Rs – ooh arh!
This is beautiful.
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