Were I to fold one thousand pages
Into one thousand cranes
Will I have erased enough
Print onto my fingers
That I may wash it away?
I fold despair into wings
Each page I fold
Is a prayer for peace
A flock tied like a kite’s tail
To let serenity slipstream
Over a tattered fringe of feathers
And give flight to hope
I am an English teacher and drummer/percussionist with an interest in literary pursuits, creative endeavours, rhythmic permutations, theological amplifications and comedic outbursts.
Here you will find my creative detritus: articles on living a creative life and writing explorations.
And other ideas I have snaffled from the papers stuck on the fridge door.
Twitter: @RevHappiness
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My collaborative epistolary novel, "Post Marked: Piper's Reach," written with Jodi Cleghorn (@JodiCleghorn) out now via Vine Leaves Press.
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A Fullness in Brevity - Adam Byatt 
This is absolutely gorgeous. ‘will I have erased enough print onto my fingers’, great:-)
Beautiful, Adam. “I fold despair into wings…and give flight to hope.” Simply beautiful.