Rachel set the green pages down on her lap. She leaned back in the chair and stretched her arms above her head. The story she was reading was raising many … Continue reading Opening the Box, Part 3
Miranda could see the spider’s web as she walked up to the workshop she’d been constructing. Sunlight was sparkling through some of the drops left on the web from the morning’s heavy dew. She had never seen such an enormous spider.
Rachel decided to stop reading and set aside the stack of pink pages which made up the Island Poems. She was intrigued by what she had read and she wanted to read the rest of the poems but she was anxious to see what else the old box might contain.
Bring on the green powers of spring. . .
I know a long green woman . . . whose face is high beyond the mountain’s reach . . .
. . . Sentences of instruction and thanksgiving adorn moss-covered, stone altars. . . .
. . . Her words are in the green faces you painted when your words were locked . . .