“Settings” – a Poem by Eleanor Rigby

“I was mislaid,” Eleanor Rigby said, “Amused at my own voice.” She sat and sat and sat, but instead of growing tired, wrote: “This poem I write is for Me only. Signed, Miss Understanding.” She didn’t know all alone poems find a reader sitting, darning & clicking, long through the night. Eleanor Rigby thought she wasContinue reading ““Settings” – a Poem by Eleanor Rigby”