Origami, Thought The Tongue-Cut Sparrow, Wordlessly

I cannot fly from here said the tongue-cut sparrow

or would have if it were still possible,

 if it were a dream.

let the green fronds bend their wings

on the fine trees in the storm;

they are anchored, too-

alas, let go. and torn like me.

I cannot fly thought the tongue cut sparrow

and I cannot sing:

"let the wing of the yellow gold light

dip down to me

let small children still write delightful

poems on gilt and butterfly paper in the schoolrooms

bending the edges down till I can see

the paper flights of something on the breeze

the plum blossom fall of it".

mary angela douglas 16 october 2013