Saturday, January 28, 2012

Poem: The Master of Storytime

I am currently enrolled in a creative writing class. Our first assignment was to write a piece inspired by a song. Here is what I came up with:

The Master of Storytime
The Master sits alone engulfed in his dark thoughts.
The red and golden fire blazes and warms him pulling him back from his abyss.
Thoughts contrast dark and bright birthing both enemies and heroes.
Gaia: she could be the mother of it all if he succeeds.
Breath-pace quickening, heartbeat following, the journey begins.
Once a child with many dreams,
he reaches deep into that child-man’s heart.
Painting the shore with mere words
powerful black and white explodes color and sound.
Imagining worlds into existence
holding them in the palm of his hand open wide.
Words cannot fence this canvas once blank
now beautiful magic pouring forth.
Like the stars swallowing the universe whole.
He is the voice and dream of every man;
He commands Never-Never-Land and secretly he is father to Peter Pan.
He reads the sky into existence; He writes the kites flying above so high.
Memories are gifts from the Master who reads them real.
The journey is his game; he is the destination as well as your home.
The Master tastes the night and feels that high that madness can be.
The Imaginarium encompasses the one creating tales he dreams until they exist.
What is life if not a tale of adventure, love, pain, and woe
Where happiness is locked away hidden yet to be revealed?

 Copyright (c)  Emily Wood (Inspired by“Storytime” by Nightwish)
Photo by Photl


  1. I really like this. I really love the fairytale quality it has. :)

  2. Thank you! I feel like all writers are some type of master. Whether it be masters of stories, poetry, songs, etc. I also love that a place can "exist" simply because someone imagined it into existence.