The Storyteller

Faces looking up, the story unfolds–

how peacocks came to be, unending love,

the mystery of dancing cranes and the magic

of a green maiden–

stories, the power of the image,

the faces looking up, the eyes far away

in another time and place,

as the storyteller weaves the magic cloth

of imagination.

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About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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2 Responses to The Storyteller

  1. first50 says:

    “the faces looking up, the eyes far away

    in another time and place,”

    GrannySue, you are magic in every way.

  2. grannysu says:

    Thank you, Virginia. I try.

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