#OctPoWriMo Day 10-Dancing On Air

Rhapsody

By Jesi Scott

 

One-two-three, one-two-three, one…

Just like that it has begun.

 

One small glance in each direction,

Euphoria-laced confection.

 

Suddenly, we have become obsessed

And walk around like one now possessed

 

Having drunk ambrosia from Love’s own cup

And feasted with Joy: now we offer up

 

That which belongs to Delight and Ecstasy.

We dance together in pleasure, breathlessly,

 

Soaring among the clouds -with rapture we are crowned-

Until once again our feet touch upon the ground.

 

* OctPoWriMo Day 10 prompt: Dancing On Air; suggested form: Con-Verse. Still catching up. Been caring for sick child who is now well and almost 100% again, and have now become ill myself. Will try to write and post when I can.

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#OctPoWriMo Day 9-Love

 

Love Is…

By Jesi Scott

 

The warm bath after a long, hard day,

The warmth that chases the cold away.

The cool wind that blows ‘midst the summer heat,

The toe-tapping soul-dancing musical beat.

 

The cosy blanket we snuggle up in,

The jolt that sends us into a tailspin.

The light that shines and shows the rocks ahead,

The reason for spending the rainy day in bed.

 

The reason to hold someone close,

The reason your heart to expose.

The reason for my staying near

Is because love brought you and made you dear.

#OctPoWriMo Day 8-Moments of Madness

Alice and the White Rabbit

By Jesi Scott

 

“Tick tock goes the clock,”

He said in my dream,

Then began a litany of names

That had been mine, it seems.

 

And all day long I wondered why.

What did it even mean?

“Tick tock goes the clock.”

What once was has been.

 

Then he stood behind my back

And brought his arms around.

“Tick tock goes the clock;

Now we two are bound.”

 

His voice was low in my ear,

His breath against my neck.

Tick tock goes the clock,

And I am held in check.

 

Heart-shaped chairs in a white room,

He asked which one I liked.

“Tick tock goes the clock.

Beware the tea is spiked.”

 

So we spin and spin again

Until our legs give out.

Tick tock goes the clock;

All else is left in doubt.

 

Still he holds me in his arms,

My dream is almost done.

Tick tock goes the clock.

Now the real fun has begun.

 

“Tick tock goes the clock,”

His voice in my head.

“Run, run fast as you can…

“Tick tock, tick tock,” he said.

 

*Written during one of my writing sessions over the summer, I had a dream where I was Alice and someone else was the White Rabbit and there was definite madness going on. Since Day 8’s prompt was moments of madness I thought what could be more perfect than a dream about Alice in Wonderland? As for the month’s love theme, well, I hope you get the sense of it in the poem as that was what the dream was about anyway. It all comes down to our choices.

#OctPoWriMo Day 7-Unsent Letters

Star-Crossed

By Jesi Scott

 

Lost goodbyes,

broken promises,

words to say left unspoken,

the should-have-been becomes

the never-meant-to-be…

You,

with hair of jet

and those blue-sky eyes,

that sun-bright smile and hearth-fire voice,

you who hung the moon in her sky

and saw through her self-inflicted invisibility,

do you ever ask “what if”?

Does could-have-been slip through your mind

like a soft caress from her hand?

Does the memory of a girl

with honey hair and storm-cloud eyes,

shy smile and soft, snowfall voice

ever gently embrace you, leaving ghost kisses upon your lips

to fade away with the stars

at the coming of the morning?

 

*Still playing catch-up with OctPoWriMo. Day 7 was to send a letter to someone. This is a re-post of a poem I wrote in 2015, a what-if love letter to someone from my past. In 2015 I was still under the conviction that this person never felt the way about me that I did about them. As of a year ago, I know now that that knowledge may not have been even remotely true. Due to someone else’s interference what is now a what-if could have been a surety, and changed the course of my life. But knowledge is power and this knowledge settles some questions I’ve always carried in my heart.

#OctPoWriMo Day 6-Conquered

Aggravation

By Jesi Scott

 

 

He does it, he says, to get a rise out of me.

Then, when I don’t react the way he wants me to,

He says my response is inappropriate.

 

All because I don’t find it funny,

His constant criticism

Or the one-sided verbal sparring

Where he must always prove himself superior;

 

Those arguments where,

No matter what I say,

The words become knife twists

On his tongue,

 

And he’s the only one finding humor

In the stressful situation

He’s created.

 

And I wonder, after I’ve managed to

Numb the pain once again,

If he thinks I’m so inferior,

Why is he always trying to be right?

 

*Day 6 poem is done. I’m four days late due to illness and only just feeling better today. My poem is about the battle rather than the victory or loss. 

#OctPoWriMo Day 5-Denied

 

Storm Warnings

By Jesi Scott

 

~ Fate whispers to the warrior, “You cannot withstand the storm.”

And the warrior replies, “I am the storm.”

-Anonymous

 

He never saw it coming,

Never saw the clouds crowding the sky.

He never heard the thunder,

And the warning it decried.

 

He simply kept on going

And ignored the rising wind.

Even as the rain fell,

All he did was grin.

 

No matter to him the lightning strikes,

No need to be afraid;

A little huff and puff and noise

Leaves him undismayed.

 

Even as the water rises

And floods his barricaded door,

He never thinks to ask for mercy.

What does he have to answer for?

 

Forget the clouds that fill her eyes,

Reject her feelings with disdain;

Scorn the rain your words made her cry,

Label all her thoughts inane.

 

Take no notice of her racing pulse

Whenever you grasp her breast;

You’ve convinced yourself her no’s are yeses,

That she’s yours to molest.

 

And when in time she’s had enough,

You cannot say you were not warned.

We never said you were the warrior;

We said, “Beware the storm.”

 

* No explanations. Today we write about being denied.

#OctPoWriMo Day 4-… and Other Strange Animals

Fossils

By Jesi Scott

 

They lie in sand,

Beached whales unable to get back to water,

Left rotting in sun and wind;

Wooden bones scoured smooth,

Evaporated skin cracked and peeling,

Turning to dust when waving grasses

Lean in to kiss goodbye.

 

Inside the skeleton,

Organs left to disintegrate

But time and tide,

And the oddity of nature,

Left some preserved in petrified state,

Tarp-covered,

Some left residing in hollows or under ribs,

Nautical relics left as attestation

Of when humans ruled the earth.

 

*The prompt today was to write about strange animals and to use personification and anthropomorphism the way Gerald Durrell did. (Side note: Lizzi sent me a trilogy of his books for my birthday this year, and up until she did I had never read them or heard of them. Now suddenly, Durrell’s name is everywhere in my life.) Instead, I used reverse anthropomorphism, zoomorphism (doesn’t actually fit my intentions because I’m attributing animal qualities to human objects, not human events, deity, or humans themselves) to abandoned boats and what a future generation that does not know what they are would think about them. Or aliens, if they were to exist. The original title was Museum Exhibit Description but I changed it to Fossils to try and portray a sense of time. Although I like the idea of the original title giving one the sense that they are walking in a museum looking at relics. There was a suggested form/forms but I wrote this during the summer and felt it was more fitting for today’s prompt.