A Spinner

When spun,

a story ignites,

the velocity of imagination,

the kindling heat,

setting the words,

aflame.

 

I spun stories

to soothe,

to quiet

parents who wanted tales,

that convinced them otherwise.

 

I spun stories

to expel.

My baby sister

sometimes needing

a way to feel and release,

in all the confusion.

 

I spun stories

because I had to,

because my mind

and heart

demanded it.

So I coud be soothed,

so I could feel,

so I could become a spinner

of stories,

the words set aflame

by the velocity

of my imagination,

still.

 

Painting of Carol,  by Paul D. Ortlip