Once Upon a Time There Was Silence

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Good morning (I say as I yawn and stretch). The kids are off to school, I have my cup of tea, and I’m ready to get on with the day. So, what is in the plans? Not a lot, hopefully. It’s Thursday and, with any luck, I can get some work done before the Tornado wakes up and takes over. One thing checked off the to-do list is my response to today’s challenge, which as you might have guessed by the pic and title, is “Once Upon A Time”. I like this one. I love fairy tales, but my favorites were never Cinderella, Snow White, etc. Other than Sleeping Beauty, I read the fairy tales (the original versions believe it or not), but after a while they were all the same. Everyone lived happily ever after. I wanted to live happily ever after, too, but at some point…it got boring. No one ever tells you that, do they? So, around the time I was 11 years old, I discovered Hans Christian Andersen. Mind.Blown. Seriously. Fairy tales that weren’t happy? Fairy tales that were sad and had the death of the main characters? And they had a moral! Oh, this was my kind of story. And they had their own magic, and love. A mermaid who falls in love with a human man and visits a sea witch to trade her voice, which would have won the man’s heart, for legs and painful, bleeding steps. A tin toy soldier in love with a toy ballerina who survives trial after trial to get back to her and in the end dies with her in a fire, forever together. So, I decided to write my poem about one of my favorite of Hans Christain Andersen’s stories. It’s just a small, short story, but has a huge impact. And, I’m almost caught up. One more day to go after today. Day 7’s challenge was Silence. Sit for five minutes in silence and see what happens. I waited until my kids were in bed (like most parents who only know the silence that brings) and then I listened. Have you ever noticed how, even when it’s quiet, there’s not any real silence? Especially if you live in the city, and I live near a busy highway. Even in the country, when I was growing up, it wasn’t specifically quiet, but there were moments of stillness, a hush when all the insects and birds were asleep. Or at least the ones who weren’t nocturnal. So, that’s what I thought about when I wrote my poem for Silence. And then I wrote another one. I am putting both up. One is a Trifall, the other free verse. Two different poems, and I hope you like them both.

xo Jesi

 

 

The Match Girl’s PerspectiveThe Little Match Girl

By Jessica Scott

 

Once upon a time…

I strike the match to see it light up

And in the flames I see my life

The way it was supposed to be.

Warm, fed, happy…

Only,

Happily ever after is just a cold street,

A box of matchsticks,

A freezing house at the end.

And I’ve only sold a few matches today;

Father will surely beat me tonight.

A new year but the same old story:

I’m so cold and hungry.

I strike another match and see

Red slippers…a mermaid…a queen walking in the snow.

The flame, so warm, goes out,

So I strike yet another and I can see

Inside the house in front of me where I sit

In the snow.

And, look!

There’s Grandmother…

Oh, Grandmother, hold me in your arms one more time so I know I’m loved.

No! Don’t go! I won’t let the flame go out.

I strike the whole box quickly and Grandmother,

So beautiful and smiling, takes me in her arms and turns to walk away,

And as she does, I can’t help but feel sorry for the little girl

Who lies sleeping in the snow,

A blackened pile of matchsticks lying beside her.

 

 

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The Silence of the Stars

By Jessica Scott

 

Look at the stars at night,

Shining orbs

Spinning across the midnight sky.

Pinpoints of distant light,

They absorb

My lazy thoughts with no reply.

 

Why are they so silent,

Glowing stars

Made of gas and searing fires?

Are we too violent,

Many scars,

That we should burn on your pyres?

 

Tell me why no answer,

Ears open

Ready to listen, to make amends,

To cut out this cancer,

Wounds reopen,

To join you, then the sky transcend.

 

silence_breaks_the_heart_by_feuerchen-d33yqqtSilence

By Jessica Scott

In silence we sit,

He and I,

Things we should say unspoken between us.

Truths and lies twist together

Until I fear I’ll suffocate.

His silence is deafening,

And I try to ask

What it is that keeps him so quiet.

But his stony heart

Keeps to itself…

And I am left alone.

15 comments on “Once Upon a Time There Was Silence”

  1. cjswriting says:

    Wow! Love the matchstick one! Very cool

    1. Jessica says:

      Thanks, CJ. Can’t wait to read yours. 🙂

      1. cjswriting says:

        Haha well the idea was good even if the execution was a bit off 🙂

      2. cjswriting says:

        On mine last night I mean 🙂

    1. Jessica says:

      Thank you!

  2. Cindy says:

    The Silence ones are pretty powerful. All of them are really good. Thanks! 🙂

    1. Jessica says:

      Thank you Cindy!

  3. Fida says:

    I really like the first stanza of the first poem and I loved the others too. Thanks for sharing!

    1. Jessica says:

      Thank you!

  4. shanjeniah says:

    We’re kindred spirits on the fairy tales. I was also about 11 when I discovered Hans Christian Andersen, and The Matchstick girl was a character I could empathize with…no one was forcing me to sell matches, but – well, I had a volatile childhood life.

    My own children are 13 and 10 now, and we’ve explored the original Grimm CInderella stories, complete with foot-slicing to make that slipper fit…

    Coincidentally, when my daughter was a toddler, I dubbed her the Tiny Tornado, and it fit. She’s since evolved into the Force of Nature she is today…may you enjoy yours, even amidst the lovely chaos!

    All of these poems are gorgeous and powerful, with the beauty of deep truth. I’m so glad you shared!

    1. Jessica says:

      Thank you so much!

      I love the original tales. I really do. I got into Ellen Datlow and terri Windling’s revamped fairy tale series back in the 90s which I thought was just fantastic.

      Yes, my three yr old is a Tornado, a force of nature. He strikes fast and does a lot of damage before you can take a breath. LOL And I love him so much, even though I spend more time cleaning walls, tile, fixing broken things everywhere. I’m sure you understand.

      1. shanjeniah says:

        I do understand. Some people are very expansive. It’s delightful, lovely chaos! And it can be a lot to take, too. =D

        1. Jessica says:

          LOL. Tell me about it.

          1. shanjeniah says:

            I’m pretty sure I don’t need to! =D

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