the storyteller

i picked a few words that i love.

words that evoke fables & fairy tales
words that inspire me to seek
the cottage in the woods
the full moon rising
a wise woman
gathering
magical
herbs

the words:

ancient
ethereal
wood
forest
fable
storyteller
worn
weaver
tale
trinket
whisper
read
stalk
still
waver

the story snippet with the words:

“the storyteller”

i never should have
opened
my door
i just should have
snuggled
deeper
underneath the warm woolen blankets
as my cat curled close
purring
kneading

i should have simply
listened to the wood pop and crack
watching the embers in the fireplace
flash and glow

i should have paid more attention
to the strange feeling
that i felt
a premonition
that i knew
so very deep
within

i should have
ignored the pounding
on my cottage door
so very late
into the night

as the shining sliver
of the silver moon
rose
up into
the stillness
of the dark cloudless
night sky

hovering

for a moment
as the clock struck
the midnight
hour

i should have gone back to sleep

but the boy at my door
was insistent
i knew
he was not going
away

the wooden door
groaned and creaked
as i opened it

the youth on my
doorstep
was much younger than i expected
his beard was just becoming visible
he felt familiar
maybe i had seen him
at the sunday market
i wasn’t sure

what do you want?
i asked

in his shaking hand
he clutched a simple trinket
grasping it
as if it was a powerful
talisman

at first
he didn’t speak

it’s ok
you can tell me
i said

“storyteller” he said softly

i had to lean forward to hear
his whispered words

“tell me
the story
that isn’t written
the story
that is never told”

he begged me
to invoke
the forbidden words
of a dangerous ancient tale
left unspoken
for so very many, many years past
the tale was almost
forgotten

he was so very young
i was surprised
he knew

he begged and begged and begged me
i knew he would not
back down

so i asked him in

we settled into chairs
beside the fireplace
i needed
warmth and light
to tell the tale

it was the first time
i had ever told the tale
storyteller
though i was

i read the words
from the faded bits
of my childhood memories
the forbidden fable
told to me
so many
many
years
ago

i told him
the tale

it was about a wise woman
she was a weaver by trade
and on her worn wooden loom
she wove ethereal creatures
in intricate patterns
into wool cloth

sometimes she wove
a stag
or a fox
or a hedgehog

sometimes
it was a mouse and a cat

the wise woman
simply touched the cloth
and the cat
on the tapestry
wavered
blinked
and began to stalk
the timid mouse

as i got deeper into the tale
i felt a shiver slither
throughout my body
as the story began to shift
and change

as i was about to utter
the next set of words

the words quickly
slipped away from me
and before i grab them back again
a different phrase had pushed them out
and took their place

i struggled

trying to catch and control
the direction of the flow of the narrative
but it wouldn’t
allow me

it continued to dart just beyond my grasp

and the tale began
to tell itself

i became a conduit
a simple narrator
with each turn of the tale
with each increasingly
swift
shift
i had to hang on
and let the words
flow freely

the boy was terrified
barely sitting
as he listened
shifting
back
and forth
on the tip
of his
seat

i noticed
the fire in the hearth

the flames
grew

as the wood
popped and cracked
i heard the wind picked up outside
it rattled the shutters
and a spray of shimmering ashes burst out
and scattered across
the stone
floor

i felt lightheaded
as the room began
to spin
and shake

the boy fled

the floor shifted
and cracked
i tried to hold on
but slid instead

then
i was

falling

falling

falling

trying
to grasp
something

anything

but there was

nothing

nothing

nothing

nothing

i landed
on thick moss
a forest floor
under a full moon

scattered around me
were two broken chairs
a blanket
my journal and
a pen……..

written by Susan Eileen Jizba
Weaver & Wordsmith….the Weaver of Words
http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheWeaverOfWords

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the signs

I’ve been very busy lately, but I just couldn’t resist picking a few words for a quick snippet.

Here’s 15 words that I randomly picked from my “fairy tale” snippet kit:

haunt, fire, earth, equinox, adventure, talisman, totem, gather, phantom, wise woman, magic, fairy tale, illusion, symbol, full moon

And here’s the snippet that I wrote using those words:

“the signs”

she wasn’t sure if she was gathering
magic
or if it was simply following her
like a lonely phantom
haunting her footsteps

it was as if she had set off
some sort of sacred
spell
calling forth the energy of the
earth
air
fire
water
and spirit

perhaps
in her dreams
she had uttered words
spoken by the wise woman
in an ancient tongue
innocently
unleashing the sequence of events
in a deep slumber

and as the equinox quickly approached
with the passing of each full moon
she began to notice
the symbols
the signs
each omen warning her
of what was yet to come
at first she thought it was an illusion
but when she discovered the worn talisman
a simple yet powerful totem
left on her doorstep
as if to prepare her for the adventure ahead
she finally realized

it was no fairy tale

written by Susan Eileen Jizba
Weaver & Wordsmith
http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheWeaverOfWords

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the tempest

….here’s my final story before the holidays……..created with a few words picked at random from my “story snippet kit”….…

……..I wish you peace and love during the holidays and throughout the new year!

……………here’s the words: adventure, amulet, cast, gossamer, grotto, hare, illusion, keyhole, midsummer, ring, tempest, water, waxing, web, worn…..

…………………………………..and here’s my story snippet……………………………………..

“the tempest”

it was twilight
at the peak of midsummer
when the sun tipped from its fiery height
into its annual descent into darkness

she felt the power

as the waxing moon began to rise
she gazed into the water
seeing beyond the illusion of calm
into the truth of the approaching
tempest

as she touched
her worn amulet
she could sense

a fern grotto

a ring of power

an invocation spoken

she saw
a white hare
stiff and still
its tiny heart
beating fast
sniffing
sensing
the unnatural silence
of the forest

she felt
a wide web of magic
light as a whisper
of gossamer

cast out into the air

drifting

floating

out upon the breeze

pooling
flooding
into the village
where each door
was safely locked
and bolted

or so the villagers thought

she saw
the mist
of the evil spell
passing through each and every
open keyhole
into each and every
cottage
except

one

she knew what she must do
and she knew
the adventure
had just
begun……

Written by Susan Eileen Jizba
Weaver & Wordsmith….The Weaver Of Words
http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheWeaverOfWords

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snippets

…………..just having a bit of fun taking my “story snippet kit” for a test run…..

…..here’s the words that I randomly picked…………..

……………………………….from my fairy tale themed “story snippet kit”……

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…the story snippet is in process….stay tuned, i’ll post it here once it’s complete…………….

 

Best Wishes,
Susan Eileen Jizba
Weaver & Wordsmith….the Weaver of Words……….

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writer

…this week the words came from Jessica Miller, an extremely talented Reiki Master and Teacher at http://www.reikimastery.com

…..here’s Jess’s 15 words: discard, neglect, devil may care, three fourth ass, defiance, cocoon, phoenix, perseverance, dynamic, rejuvenate, compassion, beautiful, essence, joy, serenity

and here’s the “story snippet” that i wrote using her words…..

“writer”

she tried to discard it
tossing
away
each
and
every
word
before it even touched the page

she tried to release it
through a casual intentional neglect
trying on a devil may care attitude
as a three fourth ass attempt
at defiance
that just wouldn’t
stick

the urge
persevered
the dynamic flow
moving within her
like a phoenix rising
from flames
that couldn’t be
quenched

it was her essence
her joy
her beauty
her compassion
her serenity
within the cocoon of her creations
she rejuvenated
the truth of who
she truly
was

written by Susan Eileen Jizba
Weaver & Wordsmith
The Weaver of Words
https://www.etsy.com/shop/TheWeaverOfWords

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the story

..since it’s the final days of the soon to be extinct “Etsy Treasury”, I just had to use my chosen words for the final Peppermint Creek Collective Scavenger Hunt game to create one last Etsy Treasury and story snippet…

………………before I move on to making Treasuries on Polyvore……….

Here’s the words:
sacred, sage, sanctuary, shadow, silence, simple, sketch, solid, soul, sparkle, stone, story, strong, symbol, moon

Here’s the story snippet & treasury:

“the story”

she craved
the moonlight

and in the simple
stillness
of its silent shadow

she found sanctuary
under a sparkling scattering of stars

and as the smoky scent of sage
rose
up
into
the
air

as she held within her hand
the solid strength
of her favorite
stone

she created
a sacred space
within

and
within
that place
she could sketch
the ethereal outline of
the story
spoken

so
very
softly

so
very
deeply
from the truth
of her
soul

in a tale told
with symbols
and images

in a tale told
without speaking
a single

word

written by Susan Eileen Jizba
Weaver & Wordsmith….the Weaver of Words
http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheWeaverOfWords

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gone

I was very saddened to discover that Etsy has decided to end treasury lists in October 2016. Over the years I really loved creating “story snippets” from people’s chosen words from the Peppermint Creek Collective’s, and other Etsy teams, treasury list Scavenger Hunt Games.

I will really miss the art of treasury making when it is gone.

Here’s this week’s story snippet and treasury from the Peppermint Creek Collective’s Scavenger Hunt game; it was inspired by and written using Carolina’s lovely words: hip hop, street, dance, people, style, fashion, rap, graffiti, New York, Warhol, movie, love, music, art, peace

“gone”

she wondered
would her presence
be
missed

would the lively hip hop dance
of the street
still go on
would the people
stop
in a moment of peace
to remember
her love
of the art of Warhol
of going to the movies
and her cutting edge sense of fashion
of her street smart style

would the rhythmic rap
belting out
the rush and hustle
the musical soul
of the New York grit grime and graffiti
stop
and skip a single
heart beat

would the city
stop
and remember

or would she
simply be

gone

written by Susan Eileen Jizba
Weaver & Wordsmith….The Weaver Of Words

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Link to one of the last treasuries (Etsy is ending treasuries in October 2016):
https://www.etsy.com/treasury/MzMzNjUyNDV8Mjg2NTA2MjQ3OQ/gone

Link to Carolina’s wonderful shop:
http://www.etsy.com/shop/3buu

Link to the Peppermint Creek Collective:
http://www.etsy.com/teams/20750/peppermint-creek-collective/

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