By Lisa Bristow
“A paper bird is stronger than a hawk.” Thomas Merton
Through the bare window of a breeze block hermitage a man in denim overalls fold and refolds words calling out war into paper aeroplanes, launches them high above monastery walls, wounds politicians and is silenced by superiors but not for long. The need too urgent he smooths another piece of paper uncaps his pen, prays for the right words. Load, aim, release load aim, release a thousand paper birds folded for peace.
About the Author
Lisa Bristow’s poetry has been published in the Thomas Merton Journal, We are Not Shadows by Folkways Press, What the Eye Sees by Arachne Press, Bloodmoon Poetry, and Faith, Hope and Fiction. She lives and writes on the edge of the Peak District in England with her husband and rescue dog.