Sat around the hearth
Ancient ones began their tales
Of the distant past
They told of heroes
And their quest to save young girls
From defiant beasts
An amethyst ring
Would give them strength and power
So the story goes
Sparks flew from the fire
As we youngsters sat in awe
On that starlit night
We climbed the mountains
To fight the fiery dragons
Then swim rivers deep
Young ones fell asleep
Oblivion now their friend
Parents took them home
Wrapped in the darkness
We cared not the ground was hard
T'was a game for us
Later we would be
Now filled with these spirit tales
Story tellers too
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I love this: you have created a delightful atmospheric poem from these words - they steered me in a much darker direction.
ReplyDeleteWe do indeed absorb the stories around us and become story tellers in our own right - that can be magical and we can always slay dragons with our pens at least
ReplyDeleteI love the image of wrapped in darkness becoming the storytellers..
ReplyDeleteThis poem feels wrapped with family. You brought back childhood memories for me. I love it.
ReplyDeleteBefore the people had language, they acted out the stories because they were the best teaching tools. I love how you bring that reality back to us and make the listeners the next generation of storytellers.
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I love this. It was like going on an adventure!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the circle-of-life feel to this....how those hearing the stories as young ones eventually became story-tellers themselves :-)
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