Only cranes, she says.
Fingers section the glossy square
by feel, turn the crease.
Sharp corners bend back.
Mind's wild thoughts
folded into each animal.
Pinned to a string with a bead,
red and gold and green,
they wait in the basket on her desk.
For the time she will raise her arms
and they fly up,
Tornado of cranes,
flapping and calling,
Alison Hicks's books include poetry collections Kiss and Falling Dreams
novella, Love: A Story of Images
, and an anthology, Prompted
. Awards include
the 2011 Philadelphia City Paper Poetry Prize and fellowships from the
Pennsylvania Council on the Arts. Her work has appeared in Blood Lotus
, Fifth Wednesday
, The Hollins Critic
, and Whiskey Island
other journals. She leads community-based writing workshops under the name
Greater Philadelphia Wordshop Studio (www.philawordshop.com
more by Alison Hicks:
The Mother as Persephone