OctPoWriMo,  Poetry

Once Upon a Time There Was Silence



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…


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.






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.



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.

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 www.octpowrimo.com.


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