Storytellers (Original Poetry) Audio/Text From Haunted Hearts & Indin Parts

By Request

Where the small river bends

in a thicket of willow,

cottonwoods pretending to be clouds

drop snowflakes in a late spring breeze.

Early stars swim to their places

as yellow-eyed flame flickers,

excited to see

the children gathering.

Grandpa limps to his cushion-

smoke lying flat on the coals

crickets rattling a softer rhythm

in anticipation...

Now!

Hollow throat, roof of mouth, tongue and teeth,

strike the chord together

and voice ripens the story

to hang in the air...

spirit berries staining lips

with the red oral juice of our past.

Hands move,

features crease and smooth

become the drama of

fire, smoke, breeze, and sky

shadow, shape, sound and sigh

coughing, crying, and laughter

catch us in life's web...

Generation to generation

shoulder to shoulder

storytellers mold us…

until each face shines

polished with knowing

we belong together.