You can give a heart on any day

This handmade heart hangs from a nail above my desk. I don’t remember on which day it was given to me, yet it carries more sentimental meaning than any Valentine’s token I’ve ever received. This heart has shadowed many of my poetry journeys. It has travelled with me from Cape Town to San Diego, to South America, to

[A short poem]

My hairpin gave and broke in the lock I had tried to unpick. One piece I held up in my fingers. That I could take away. The other length, small as it was, there I left. — Please find and follow me on Twitter. I tweet as @BeadedQuill