Needles and Pins (A Villanelle)

Needles and pins swirling in a transparent jar, A weighted bird looks wistful at blue skies; She yearns, and hasn’t traveled very far. A heart that beats its own drum is a heart with scars, In between the sighs, the planning and the tries: Needles and pins swirling in a transparent jar. Like a downyContinue reading “Needles and Pins (A Villanelle)”