“enroachment,” by Grace Marshan
Aug 20th, 2016 | By Defenestrationi once told a boy
that i searched for my own castle,
where the skies were sewn
from only the warmest of fabrics.
i once told a boy
that i searched for my own castle,
where the skies were sewn
from only the warmest of fabrics.
One morning
Walking into my backyard,
A thin strand of spider silk tangles my legs
With a quiet snap,
Its frustrated author glares
From a high corner nearby.
In late June, when my stone birdbath developed a
deep crack, I recycled it into a fairy garden.