and tell me a story. A good one, with a queen and knights and rogues and stone tablets with the rules of the kingdom etched by a master carver's hand. Fill it with honor and integrity and universal truths. Make every character an archetype, their private tales told in a breath, resonance in the exhale.
Spin, weave, loom, entwine, curve, twist, and lace it for me.
Whisper to me and tell me to close my eyes so I can't look for the ending.
When the story is over, tell me the difference between the story you've told me and the tale you've told yourself.
4 comments:
Ah, a prose poem... Thanks, nice...
Time to read or reread Quijote, dear Nicole
Kingba - Thank you! Read, I'm ashamed to say.
You are making me want to go check out a book on great poetry - of course I wouldn't have time to read it, but at least I could say that I checked it out at the library!
Longing for a time long ago when you big brother told you stories?
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