If I fold a thousand paper cranes
will my heart be whole again
will I feel the flutter of hopes in my veinsIf I fold a thousand paper cranes
will my soul it’s shine regain
will I dare to dream againIf I fold a thousand paper cranes
will my mind cease it’s tear-rain
will I have sun bright wishes againIf I feel hopes flutter again
can I break the trauma chains
that forever all energy drainIf I dare to dream again
can I imagine life without pain
or am I forever stainedIf my mind grows light again
can I escape depressions dark bane
stop wondering if I’m saneIf I fold a thousand paper cranes
will I feel free of forced constraints
can I new life purpose gainIf I fold a thousand paper cranes
will it be all in vain
or will I new meaning attainIf I fold a thousand paper cranes
©RedCat
will I understand truths arcane
will I have wishes, dreams and hopes again
When I was in middle school we read Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes after which the class folded a thousand paper cranes (orizuru) that were shipped to Japan to be hung on the Children’s Peace Monument. As a good girl with nimble fingers I folded a whole lot of them, and I remember my wishes as I did so. That there would be peace and no nuclear weapons. But also intensely personal wishes, that I wouldn’t be bullied anymore, that my mother would acknowledge and kick her pill habit. None of the wishes, big or small came true.
I didn’t have any good folding paper, but I had to try. And wow, talk about muscle memory, I didn’t have to look at the instructions more than once before my hands knew what to do by themselves.
I also clearly remember, somewhere around the same time, finding (at the local library) and reading a comic book version of the bombs falling. I will never forget the graphic illustrations of burns and severe radiation damage. Wondering if it could still be found, I googled. And I found it in one search. And yes, I did remember the gruesomeness of the illustrations correctly.
In English it’s titled Barefoot Gen. When I found the picture of the Swedish cover (only the first book in the series got translated) my mind went; Yep, that’s the one! Apparently it’s the first Manga to be translated and released in Sweden.
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Also shared on Open Link Night- LIVE #292 at dVerse.
Kerfe Roig A resident of New York City, Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new. Her poetry and art have been featured online by Right Hand Pointing, Silver Birch Press, Yellow Chair Review, The song is…, Pure Haiku, Visual Verse, The Light Ekphrastic, Scribe Base, The Zen Space, and The Wild Word, and published in Ella@100, Incandescent Mind, Pea River Journal, Fiction International: Fool, Noctua Review, The Raw Art Review, and several Nature Inspired anthologies. Follow her explorations on her blogs, https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/ (which she does with her friend Nina), and https://kblog.blog/, and see more of her work on her website http://kerferoig.com/
April Ekphrastic Challenge – GloPoWriMo 2021
- 1 April – Dark Orchid
- 2 April – A Dirge for the Drowned
- 3 April – Granddaughters of Red Riding Hood
- 4 April – Raven Dream Flight
- 5 April – It’s Spring Time Again and The Sweetest Wine – A Quadrille
- 6 April – There Once Was A Cat and To All The Good Girls
- 7 April – Mind Finds Soul Fearlessly Shines
- 8 April – Trapped, Imprisoned In Her Own Mind – A Triple Triolet and Ode To My Dream Girl
- 9 April – The Aurora Butterfly – A Sonnet
- 10 April – The Dawn Sky Is Ethereal Blue – A Triolet
- 11 April – Blue Forest Of Remembrance
- 12 April – Incantation to Bau-Gula – A Sonnet
- 13 April – The Stars Are Out Tonight – A Villanelle and Cat Searching High and Low
- 14 April – Shadow People Before My Eyes – A Triple Triolet
- 15 April – Three Times Three Times Three
- 16 April – Autumn feast – A Sonnet
- 17 April – In The Badger Sett
- 18 April – Hellcat
- 19 April – Life Lessons and No Bother! – A Quadrille
- 20 April – Fairy Dust Magic – A Trio Of Ovillejo’s and Crows Calling At Night
- 21 April – Polished Mirror Women – Dedicated to Marisol
- 22 April – Word Salad and A Beltane Song
- 23 April – Floating Around Everywhere and Oh Bother! – A Quadrille in Ovillejo Form
- 24 April – A Thousand Paper Cranes
- 25 April – Change and Restless Body and Mind
- 26 April – Through Hell
- 27 April – Weaving Web and Another Piece Of The Puzzel – A Puente Poem
- 28 April – Sounds In The Wind – A Puente Poem
- 29 April – Fire That Burns Away All Fears – A Sonnet and Blackbirds Dusk Sings
- 30 April – Star Prayer – A Sonnet
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Considering the nature of your introduction to paper cranes when you were young, this poem is fitting. “Tear-rain,” “trauma chains,” “forever stained,” “depressions dark bane,” “will I have wishes, dreams and hopes again.” Yes, very fitting.
Thank you! :-)
This is a particularly good one.
Thank you so much!
Oh my aching heart this is gorgeously poignant! Especially moved by; “If I fold a thousand paper cranes will I feel free of forced constraints/can I new life purpose gain.”💝 Loved hearing you read this gem tonight.
A beautiful poem linked to a beautiful story. I enjoyed them both immensely.
The repetition in your poem creates a beautiful rhythm and makes the message even more poignant. Loved watching you perform it.
I love the repetition as well, it also drives home the repetition on making 1000 paper cranes- beautiful.
An aching poignancy to the hope with the questions. How you tied this in with your school crane folding with wishes makes it all the more raw with emotion. Kerfe did such a beautiful collage and I really like the other image you chose with the perfect pink geraniums.
p.s. the cranes on top of the geraniums look so comfortable there
Such a moving poem as is the story behind it. I didn’t know Sadako Sasaki’s story until now, but it is absolutely heartbreaking. Fans of The Bomb should be forced to read it and explain themselves.
As I said last night, Helene, your poem is origami with words. It reminded me of this haiku by Kawaguchi Hitoshi:
in folding paper
there are mountains and valleys . . .
cranes flying home
The repetition of the line and the rhyme is so effective.
What a treat it was to hear you read this live! I feel the longing with each repetition of the question. Well written!