Hey there, prolific poets! De Jackson here (aka WhimsyGizmo), and it’s Quadrille Monday! Time to write smallish poems of exactly 44 words, including one word we provide. 

Today, I’d like you to fold your wee poem around the word fold. 

(Amen.) 

To fold can mean to literally crease and bend something over onto itself, or it can mean to give up (as in a game of playing cards). We enfold each other in an embrace. We fold laundry, fold our hands in prayer, fold paper into origami, and “fold in” the ingredients of a recipe. There are folding chairs and foldable treadmills and smartphones. A flock of sheep or group of worshipers can be called a fold. You can increase something tenfold (or twenty or a hundred). Or you can just sit back and see how the story unfolds. 

Use it as a noun, verb, or adjective. Choose rhyme and meter, or not. Just make sure your poem contains exactly 44 words, and that one of ’em is some form of the word fold. 

You might find some fun inspiration in this performance poem by Sabrina Benaim: 

…or this tiny piece (in the form of a sevenling) by me: 

Sevenling

…or this “wild of whim” by Alice Meynell (1847-1922): 

New to the Q? Here’s what to do: 
Pen us a pithy little poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word fold. Post your poem on your own blog and link up with Mr. Linky below. Then make your way around to read the awesome work of your fellow poets. The Q is open all week long, so be sure to come back to read (and write!) some more. 

Ben Folds Five “Brick” 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wt5EHAqhR1c

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