Magic
by joetwo
In front I stand
Weaving my words
Casting my spell of fiction
Of rhyme and verse
Tall tales of daring do
Sweet moments of romance
All wrapped in the gift of language
The wonderous spoken word
I see it weave its exquisite trap
Grabbing hold of imagination
Keeping the soul in thrall
A hundered faces watch in awe
Hanging on every word
As the storyteller casts his spell
joe2poetry 
Smashing. Wear the outfit 😉
Don’t tempt me! 😛
Lovely. Makes me think of a story teller I read about in ”Ireland, The Novel” by Frank Delaney. One of my favorite reads.:)
I haven’t read that but storytelling has always been a part of Irish life. Thanks for reading!
Yes it has and it is good that it continues to be so. I would recommend the book, I am sure you would enjoy it. 🙂
He who can, does, he who cannot, teaches.
What a vision you portray, Joe, awesome! By the way, I’m finally in the process of publishing my first book of poetry, which is why I haven’t been around lately. It’s exciting, but I also hope it turns out well. Anyway, have a great day! 🙂
Make sure it is available in Ireland! 🙂
Well, how do I do that? It’ll be on Amazon and Barnes and Noble web sites for 60-90 days. I’m not as tech savy as you are, so let me know…did you do special marketing? I already had the marketing consult. call me and of course, it’s hundreds of dollars, too! 🙂
If it’s on Amazon I should be able to get at it. It’ll be grand!
Okay, great, that’s what I thought. Thanks, Joe! 🙂
Thanks for saying that, though, Joe! 🙂
Your sleight-of-pen had me fooled right up to the reveal. Well accomplished Joe.
‘wrapped in the gift of language’ – so true, language is a gift. This one takes me back to my times at poetry readings, not just sharing my words, but listening to the magic of the woven words of others. 🙂
It’s always an experience!