“The Storyteller”

by Hunter Liguore

Like a craftsman,

turning the screw, 

I work,

disciplined, 

as if creating a magic rug.


It takes surrender 

a type of leveling

through rumination

to turn the screw

into a bale of hay

and then into a horse.

Fed and nourished, 

my work becomes riveting, rebellious, 

and resisting the conformity

of the roads most traveled.

Meandering to the left and to the right

taking in the ocean beyond

at all times.

The season is always springtime

with colors of every hue

giving light to the darkened wood.

And like a piercing beam

my seemingly imperfect 

reflections

become

an eloquence of perfection.

A savvy new color

a new colored horse (on a magic rug!)

destroyer of what was 

once known or ever seen.

The truth of which

is mine to tell.




Hunter Liguore is a writer, professor, and historian, often found roaming old ruins, hillsides, and cemeteries. Her work can be found in Bellevue Literary Review, Irish Pages, Porridge Magazine, and more. Whole World Inside Nan's Soup is available from Yeehoo Press. hunterliguore.org or @skytale_writer.

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