by Rodney Evan Bohen
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
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Off in a distance
Down a long winding road
An image mysterious seen making the climb
Footwalk to village hidden to most
Yet the storyteller found it, yes scaring most
Few guests ever found the village so veiled
Yet none ever entered like the story teller in swirl
He appeared in a eye blink, attired in strange garb
Full linen robe, made of simple and plain
Both fire and twinkle, had he stored in his eyes
He seemed to be from an age yes of old
Where myths and fables, were shared by the old
Crowd gathered quickly as he strolled though the town
No man dared address him, yet the lasses drew nigh
'Twas the twinkle, just barely alive in his eye
Crowd grew in mystery, growing larger in size
As they offered him cool wine and invite to dine
An ax cut stump, did he take as his stool
A throne somehow fitting, almost touching his hair
Then all became silent, as he began yes, to share.
He spoke of old heroes and cowards alike
He spoke of strong magic, and fireflies of night
He seemed to have stood before time ever breathed
The words that he whispered left all not daring to breath
As he spoke yes of battles bridging time to sea
He spoke with authority, as even the men now drew near
Afraid to insult him, the bard from nowhere
He spoke of kingdoms far and a near
Shaking fist at despotic principalities, with absence of fear
He stood shimmering in sun, till sun disappeared
Timeless somehow stood he now in night
While the stories unfolding full, of love and yes fright
Some began crying, while some walked away
For the words he did herald were strong cutting in sway
For he stood as a sage, from another time and day.
The fireside now, the light that revealed his visage
As his words carried till dawn break, the crowd grew in size
They marveled and wondered bewildered inside
The stories remembered seemed to sleep at his side
The stories continued second day into night
By now the whole village did sit at his feet
His breathing and uttering steeped thick in mystic
The young ladies swooned as he spoke as a prince
The young men startled by what they had seen
For the stranger had shared each one of their dreams
The Bard left the next dawn, as quick as he came
In a wind whistling in remembrance of what they had seen
They marveled concerning his imagination so bold
Encompassing a world, they could not even hold
They whispered all day and into the night
Some said he was a storyteller, no more or no less
Some shouted nay a prophet because of his dress
Some say that he pranced upon times endless day
Whilst others said simply, I know not what to say
Yet the village still stirred throughout the third day
They marveled in unison how his stories seemed so real
Most naturally figuring each story he did steal
All applauded the imagination that spawned such vast breath
But few dared to speculate on his origin at best
Yet none, ever noticed, 'twas his story he did tell.
Rodney Evan Bohen
Rodney Evan Bohen
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|Reviewed by Helga Ross
|The archetype Storyteller wends his way and weaves a timeless magic. His story - You.|
|Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
|I like. seems like I dreamed about something similiar to this. gem|
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|Some came to the world with stories in them....like the stories grew in them.
Wonderful write Rodney!
Sandie Angel :o) a.k.a. May Lu $*_*$
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|This was so excellent, brought back so many memories for me, listening to stories the elders told, beautiful Rodney, so very beautiful,
|Reviewed by Katy Walsvik
|"For the stranger had shared each one of their dreams.." <---- that sent my mind reeling.. the thought of it, so inviting.. How do you do it, Rodney? You ring of familiarity, but only because of the comfort from what you share, for you write like noone else.. fresh, yes.. unique, again, yes.. yet to read you feels like an ancient connection that humans long for.. This reminds me of the Shannachies of old Ireland.. this is profoundly magical. katy.|
|Reviewed by Melissa Rives
|Surely, twas you the storyteller...this is magnificent Rodney...as only you could pen with your magic! PS...glad you like "Pen To Parchment". :)|
|Reviewed by Trixie Love
|Reviewed by Maria Lupinacci
|All I can do is Clap! Bravo! This is an excellent read!
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Reviewed by Digital Fairy
|Oh this was soo vivid, you are so talented at this...
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|I love storytellers. I hope it is a profession that never dies out. Wonderful poem, Rod.|
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
|Rodney I agree with the rest his is an excellent epic the StoryTeller.
|Reviewed by Patricia Gomes
|Boldly stealing a line from your genius:
"...Whilst others said simply, I know not what to say..." I don't; safer to applaud your ability to craft a dream.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|an epic to read and reread always with joy! exceptional!|
|Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
|Stanza five ......is brilliant! It all is .....but that one stands out to me....You're da bomb...:op
Excellent writing....ty, Dani
|Reviewed by Josephine Bohen
|you have woven a tale of intrigue.
i am printing to delve the many layers
|Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*®
|Bravo, I say! You are the master Storyteller Rodney!
|Reviewed by Sally Odgers
|That's an interesting piece; the theme of the all-knowing stranger is an old one, and well presented here.|