Stinging Nettles

From the Keyboard

silence

Have you ever been haunted by an image left untreated in a tale?  The one you know is lurking on the blank page after?

I think of those brothers—by day swans, by night, men. And their sister, driven to save them.

The stinging nettle thrives in a dark and treacherous realm. It can cure if crushed, barefooted, if the blistering yarn is woven with tender hands…silently, silently.

I imagine her fashioning those garments, stoically, unable to cry out, to her peril.

She is rescued in the end, fated for a royal marriage; but her work is left unfinished.

A necessity?  Yes. The tale demands it.

But can she be happy?

To have sacrificed, suffered, been silent, faced death, yet know one wing remains at his side.

It’s left unsaid, of course; we’re meant to rejoice.

Yet I can see that remnant of his feathered self assert its power, thirst for…

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About Jane Wilson

Jane Wilson graduated from the University of Michigan Law School, was a trial attorney for 25 years and has served on the faculty of the National Institute for Trial Advocacy on numerous occasions. She was an Adjunct Professor of Law at Cleveland State University for several years and served as an Interim Associate Professor of Law in the clinical program at Case Law School. In 2009, she returned to the small southwestern Michigan community where she was raised, and wrote a novel.
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One Response to Stinging Nettles

  1. Many thanks, Jane! ❤

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