A silver pool

Chapter 39: “NEEDLES AND PINS”

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The volume gathers short, lyrical poems that move between intimate confession and vivid, travel-tinted scenes, often using sea, desert, and carnival imagery to evoke longing and desire. Many pieces treat love, loss, and memory with devotional or elegiac tones, transforming personal feeling into music and visual metaphor. Occasional persona poems and translated voice-poems recall distant cultures and theatrical figures, while recurring motifs—stars, fires, pools, and painted streets—anchor the collection’s contemplative mood.

“NEEDLES AND PINS”

Goblins came and took me

Long ago,

Tossed me up and down the years,

To and fro.

Drove me to surrender

All my faith,

And chuckled when they bound me

To a wraith.

But came a time the goblins

Lost their zest

For planting stones within my heart,

As a jest.

They left me in the garden

With the weeds,

And there I found my faith again,

Sowing seeds.