the tale first told
by the fire of night
in the shadowed faces
cerebrate reverberate

cold air seeps in the
sleepy resting bones
creating curious
haunting dreams
distressing, disturbing
their contented days

months pass quickly
faltering and fumbling
their minds flounder

when asked the
terrible tale told
a response of
glazed eyes static
numb with consciousness
their silent reason struggles

ReadWritePoem #31: Write a poem where you are being told a story; photo: David J Reynolds, flickr