Paper flight

Fold for me a paper plane

We’ll fly away, just us twain

Lifted on a dulcet strain

I’ll be the pilot and steer us clear

While you behold the sights my dear

The clouds once so far draw near

See the heights we will attain!

We’ll fly over snowy peaks

Dive down with delighted shrieks

With mistrals breaking across our cheeks

Racing against the pearly cranes

Then hie we to the milky river

Past the moon shining silver

There we’ll land for new adventure

Propelled on by a sirin’s refrain

This poem is a Zejel, a Spanish from with the following pattern: aaa, bbba, ccca, ddda and can be continued for as long as one likes.

 

Definitions:

Dulcet -  pleasant to hear

Hie - to go quickly

Mistrals - cold northern winds in France.

Sirin - the Russian version of the Greek sirens. The sirins can be benevolent, which is what I wanted portrayed in the poem.

written for dVerse