Monday's Muse Poetry Writing

Full Steam Ahead and Monday’s Muse

Alright, Lunatics! It’s a new year; time to start the year off in the best way possible. How? For me it’s getting back in training for my next Color Run in March (this year there’s added glitter! Do NOT start with the sparkly vampire jokes! I will send scary clowns to your house.), and getting my poetry compilation published. I’m still aiming for a February release but just keep in mind that I may have to push that date back. We’ll see. There’s still so much to do, but full work on it begins tomorrow. I also have planned to spend one day a week with Anna and Draeke in Witch Queen throughout January (if not more) and then February will hopefully see me working full tilt on it. I uploaded the beginning tower scene to my crit group and received good reviews so I’m hopeful that I’m not completely out of my head in writing it. There’s always the fear that your writing/work sucks, and that it’s going to be a bomb. Still, I enjoy the time I spend with my characters when I sit my  butt down and visit with them. Although the half-elf makes me want to chuck him out a window every so often.

Back to the poetry compilation. I have decided to go with the ‘Love’ theme for my first one. I know it’s cliché to do a Love compilation in February, but not all of my poems on love are mushy and sentimental. So, I’m going to have sections, and these will include poems for break-ups and moving on, etc., as well as the sentimental ones. There may also be some ‘naughty’ ones included. Clean, but a little naughty. Keep your eyes open for updates on the compilation.

Now for Monday’s Muse. The one I’m sharing today I wrote in 2003 and is titled La Lune (The Moon). I love the moon as a metaphor for a woman. She might seem cold, but I have always seen her as ethereal. She chooses to remain in orbit instead of flying off into the void, as if she were in love with Earth and cannot bear to live without us.

Have a great Monday, my friends!

xo Jess


La Lune

By Jessica Scott


And there she is,

Waiting on the edge of the horizon.

She waits, as unceasingly the sun slowly

Sets on the day.

She looks for the one who will set her free

And end her waiting.

She will be more than the dream,

More than the whisper of hushed voices in the night,

She will be more than your aching need to hold her.

For now, she waits,

And she sees the days become weeks,

The weeks become months.

Months turn into years, and still she’s there,

Sitting on the edge of your dreams,

With her mysterious smile and unfathomable eyes,

And she begs for you to come save her,

To set her free from her earthly bondage.

Jesi Kay
Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at

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