The tale of the Storyteller

The tale of the Storyteller

(As Emëriel told)

Oh let me tell you a story, but what story I will choose?

 

 

 There's so many of them, always like the lingering thought or a memory

 

 

which shall not pass away before I write it on paper.

 

 

 

As Emëriel 'The Light-foot' told

 

 

 

 

‘ Ai! nearby of the stream of Yngwir

 

 

and the water  falls  Emëriel used to dance

 

 

and sing of the Western Lands of

 

 

the Gods!

 

 

 

 

I used to dance to the

 

 

music along with other,

 

 

Emëriel the light-foot!

 

 

 

 

Now I dance alone,

 

 

and alone forever. ‘

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now as time passes, it seems that my stories, there's no end to them.

 

 

 

 Lo! An another thought came into my mind as the flawless movement of the purest soul.

 

 

 

Oh let me tell you the Tale of the Lady of the Sea

 

 

 

 

 

O such a graceful voice rose through

 

 

 

 

from the bottom of the Seas

 

 

 

 

a slender and a vivid voice of her

 

 

 

 

Uinen, she is singing

 

 

 

 

singing with intensifying voice

 

 

 

 

‘ Come, O come all you creatures of

 

 

 

 

The Seas!

 

 

 

 

It is day of the feast! ‘

 

 

Now let me tell you a story, but which one you want to hear?

 

 Dreams flowing through me like water that laughs when

 

it finds its way out after the coldest breeze.

 

 

 

Come and sit down by the fireplace

 

 and listen to our stories of life, love and grief

 

We want to hear all that you can tell

 

 My dearest friend there’s no need to be in brief.

 

 

 

 

Oh let me tell you the story of the fair dance of ours

 

 

 

Your gaze held

 

 

me in place

 

 

standing still

 

 

even though my world

 

 

whirling around!

 

 

 

 

thou didst laughed warmly

 

 

and that voice of yours

 

 

shivering in me

 

 

 

 

 

Now let me tell you a story, but where I should begin?

 

 Memories flowing through me like endless stream

 

of many rivers that rejoice when they meet.

 

 

 

Lo! An another thought came to me like the most gentle wind beneath your wings,

 

 as the white birds of The Great Sea.

 

 

 

Oh let me tell you the story of Eriëndel the Tender-hearted

 

 

 

Silvery grey mantle

 

of her and morning dew

 

in her waist

 

as tears of those who grieve

 

 

 

Stars glimmering in

 

her dark hair

 

and

 

shivering twilight

 

met in her eyes

 

 

 

Come and sit down by the fireplace

 

 and listen to our stories of life, love and grief

 

We want to hear all that you can tell

 

 My dearest friend there’s no need to be in brief.

 

 

 

Lo! Listen to the tale of the storyteller!

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I have loved the storytellers. You are a storyteller my friend. I like the set-up and the flow of thoughts. We need storytellers. Make old things become new and if we listen. May learn something. Thank you Sarah for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair]

Thank you, I've always loved stories, myths and especially telling stories. You are also a storyteller, a very great one.

[Coyote Poetry]

Good to be a storyteller. Make the world more entertaining and you are welcome Sarah.