what would the pincushion dream, Hans Andersen?
to be stabbed with golden pins?
to fall in love with a thimble.
my lady's thimble, made of garnet,
the only one in the kingdom.
or maybe the whole display of thread
at the box store:
at the box store:
the Coats and Clark spectrum
jewel like in array, the rainbow-spooled.
dizzy with colours would the pincushion lose
its balance? would it long to be threaded with light-
to become: oh impossible of all impossibilities
the embroidery of the moon and stars instead?
or mantled like a king with ah!
all the flowers.
mary angela douglas 28 january 2015
