• Poetry,  Rape,  Writing

    Painting the Roses Red

    Last night I decided it was time to actually clean my bedroom. Since we moved into the new house last spring the master bedroom seems to have become the dumping ground for things that no one knows where to store. This makes for a pretty lousy area in which to get a restful night’s sleep. It is a very large job however, so I’ve only made a start but it was enough to actually feel a bit accomplished. My dresser and nightstand are now nice and neat and dust-free. The up-side to this small burst of house cleaning energy is that I have a place to put the books I’d…

  • Poetry

    What Is Written Beneath the Skin

    The Bone Writers By Jesi Scott   All you see is what you think I am, No more than that. And you think I don’t understand So you talk of things in front of me   Never knowing I hear what you say And understand what you don’t, The invisible mask you think you wear Reflected only too clearly   To those who see you as you really are. We live through each other, A ripple effect with pebbles Thrown from ghosts in the shadows,   Lives entwined into a miasma, Tangled ribbons, Where I begin and you end, My face on your mask,   Both of us on display…

  • Poetry,  Publishing

    One Impossible Thing Is Coming True-Five More To Go

    So, I did a something about a month ago. I entered a poem into a big contest. Not one of those for-kicks-and-grins kind of contests, this one has a $2000 grand prize. I didn’t tell anyone about it. Honestly, I didn’t think it was that big of a deal and there was a wait period of about two weeks before I would know if my poem had been accepted. It was an electronic submission which then automatically setup a profile for me on the website. So, I filled out the profile info and then uploaded a few poems. And then I left it alone and forgot about it. Things have…

  • Poetry

    When Celtic Inspiration Strikes

    This is what happens when I listen to Celtic music. xo Jesi *Also posted at The Well Tempered Bards Beyond the Fog By Jesi Scott   Find your way o’er enchanted seas Loose the sail and catch the breeze Bring your heart and bend the knee Come and stay with me   Seize the day and make your start Don’t be blinded by the dark Stay the course, the fog will part Come and claim my heart   In the earth, we’ll delight We, the heavens will excite Love is always our birthright Dance with me tonight   Loose the sail and catch the breeze Bring your heart and be…

  • Poetry

    Waking Up Is Hard To Do

    I am not a coffee drinker. My go-to hot drink is tea-Earl Grey or a Breakfast Blend- with milk and a small spoonful of sugar. Every day I look forward to sitting down with my cup and the scent of morning rising from the steaming surface. There’s nothing like that first sip swimming over your tongue and trickling down your parched throat-the morning oasis after the night’s desert. But then, Big Son took a vacation to Ann Arbor and Ohio in early June and he came back with a new-found love for French Vanilla coffee. This led to a request from him for some of his own. I traipsed to…

  • Poetry

    Writing Poetry From Random Words

    Today’s prompt from Poets On The Page was to create a poem using random words found any way you wanted to do it. I took to Facebook and put up a post requesting words. Within minutes I had more than enough words. Here’s the list they gave me: hopscotch   purple   Indiana   car   dog   bottle   green   spider   vegan   lucky   great   precious   green   grass   dogs   not for sale I also received these which I used in a separate piece because they were more nonsensical and needed their own place: hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia   liver   fungus   Hamlet   unicorn…

  • Poetry

    Never Have I Ever! Have You?

    Shall We Play A Game By Jessica Scott   Never have I ever Heard a word so true As the lies that, from his lips, Fell like morning dew.   Never have I ever Seen a light so bright That from his eyes shined to hide The shadows of his spite.   Never have I ever Felt so far from smart As the day I let him enter My scarred but mended heart.   Never have I ever Felt so much betrayed As the day I realized Love was only a charade. 00

  • Poetry

    Cyclic Interpretations

    Felt in the mood to write today so I headed over to Poets On the Page to see what the prompt was for this week. Turns out they want us to write about cycles. Well, the one cycle I think I’m most attuned to is one that rules my life, the moon. Every month since I was 12 it has determined how my body runs in relation to it’s own cycles, along with the tides. But I began to see it from a different perspective. I realized that much like a woman aging, the moon shows her age in her face as well. And from there, the poem wrote itself. I…

  • Poetry,  Well-Tempered Bards,  Writing

    Divine Poetry

    Divina Poetica By Jesi Scott   Spill your words onto my lips, Those soft, silky, satin drips That caress my soul Like your fingertips, As across my skin Your voice slips And tangles in strips Where light and fire can’t eclipse The body divine in apocalypse   00