Origami #3


I am a paper flower
with no colour or scent to distinguish me
Alone in the wilderness
fragile layers of tissue petals wither
and tremble
Desiccated they crumble
exposing my core
where sweetness should dwell
but merely a twist of thorns remains



Origami #2


I am a paper boat
afloat on a sombre sea
drifting and aimless
my empty sails
lie lacklustre and dormant
I fold at the heft of the waves
Soak up the storm
until overladen
I dissolve