Poem for Six Voices by Janna

We are the storytellers.
Tellers of fable,
of
myth and legend,
of
folk and epic tale.

We tell in song,
in
prose and rhyme,
in
gesture and mime.

We are the listeners,
ears
to the ground.
Stories come writhing out of the bogs,
creep
out of the mists,
pour
out of the clouds in the rain,
flow
down the rivers,
out
to the sea,
then
up to the clouds again.

We are the voices
of
elders, enchanters,
of
ancients, of heroes
and
wee folk,
spanning
the years from beginning of time.
We are the voices of desperate ones
who
lived and died
seeking
the justice, compassion,
they
were denied.

We are the story seekers,
unseen
travelers,
ghostly
gliders through tangle of forest,
spectral
scalers of castle turrets
and
palace walls;
roaming
the highways,
byways
, seaways,
in
search of story.

 We are the scribes who keep these tales.
We are the tellers who give them wings.
We are sculptors of imag’ry,
shaping
our words with chisels
of
mind and lips and tongue.

We are artists,
painting
on canvas of air
with
brushwork of passion for story
the
colours of life, of death,
of
grief, of joy,
of
pain, of love, of hope.

We are the listeners,
The voices,
The seekers,
The scribes,
The sculptors,
The artists.

We are the storytellers.

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