The gift of the storyteller

A book in my hands.
Waiting to be read.
The feel of paper.
I turn the page.

The first word pulls me.
Into a story coming alive.
Spellbound with each word.
The gift of the storyteller.

To get drawn into a book.
And have reality fade out.
To have characters emerge.
The power of the writer.

Like the spider spins its web.
The author spins the tale.
Black print on a white page.
From the imagination to paper.

The spell is cast in pages.
Faerie dust falling on ink.
Words read comes alive.
A wand awakens the imagination.

Each book is my “Inkheart”.
Each page becomes my reality.
I am spellbound, captivated.
The gift of the storyteller.

By C.E. Pereira
(21-7-2016)