Beauty Of The Paper Crane

Beauty Of The Paper Crane
© Surazeus
2022 12 18

He ponders why the door conceals the soul 
with fragile beauty of the paper crane 
that glides above bright mirror of the marsh. 
They share food with each other in the house 
which always walks across the field of wheat 
to prove the formula for love works well. 

The pencil lonely on the table cloth 
wants to draw clear the most beautiful face 
that will never exist in the real world. 
She tells the painting on the bedroom wall 
that she gave her soul to the singing tree 
but children always ask why she is sad. 

He aims rifle at the idol of God 
that hangs in ruins of the empty church 
and bleeds with tears of people killed in wars. 
Pinocchio dances on theater stage 
and sings about the Sphinx in cave of dreams 
who gives him the eyeless frog for his heart. 

Ten thousand children in dark city streets 
search for their mothers in windows of stores 
who are mannequins wearing pretty dresses. 
She writes love letter to the noble hero 
who rides the white horse in the state parade 
but leaves it unread on the broken dresser. 

The brick farmhouse near Rock of Dunamase 
gleams bright with holy vision of the maid 
who whispers with black serpent of the pool. 
Rain shimmers over hills of County Laois 
where wild-eyed Lagisia in black lace dress 
dances in ruins of the castle tower. 

She drives silver sedan on winding road 
back home to misty hills of Avalon 
while folk music plays on the radio. 
The beautiful witch wearing wolf-fur cape 
teaches girls how to gather herbs in woods 
then brew healing potions in copper cauldrons. 

The rotting apple on the windowsill 
chats with the sparrow with red spider eyes 
about the most famous fool in the world. 
The mother whose child died on the full moon 
bakes apple pies for children in the streets 
who search for plastic eggs on Christmas Eve. 

The book of ancient stories spreads white wings 
and flies over rugged mountains of hope 
to the empty house on the mountain peak. 
The bear with razor claws opens the book 
to ponder philosophy of the self 
based on weird beauty of the paper crane.