Origami

Fold me three times, then conceal me.

Keep me in your jewellery box,

Beneath your grandmother’s earrings,

And that locket with the broken clasp.

Or:

Keep me gripped in the cleavage of binding,

Between the leaves of pages

From your favourite book.

Or:

Keep me in the cotton and lace jumble

Of your knickers drawer,

Pushed to the back, but not forgotten.

Then:

Upon the gallop of thunder,

Of those rainy days and blackest nights;

Remember, I’m there;

Three unfolds away.