The Old Stories

So I have to tell the story while we sit together. 
Sit here with me.
I have to remember. ​

Limb by limb I put the pieces together. 
I weave the details with the context
I set the scene and add the players. 
I bring in the gods. 
the spirits 
the winds that blow into the landscape. 

I re-live the deeds of the ancient heroes and make them mine. 
We sit together. 
in a special kind of intimacy. 

One that only the storyteller and the listener can be in. 
Together. 
My feelings become yours. I feel you. 
I begin to have the same hopes
You cry my disappointment.

by Niall Campbell © 2021