NaPoWriMo Poetry

Putting On A Mask

We’re down to the final days of both the poetry challenge and the blogging challenge. I’m a little sad about it because I have enjoyed all the writing I am doing and the reading of everyone else’s work. There are so many wonderful writers and poets in our world, and I’m glad to have been able to be a part of it this time around.

So, on this our last Sunday of the poetry challenge we are to write a persona poem. We have to step out of ourselves and write from a different point of view. I don’t know about other poets but this is something I think I do on a regular basis when I write. I become someone else in a way. Sometimes I do write from my own perspective, but, maybe because of all the reading I do, I can envision what it would be like from someone else’s point of view. Sometimes, even some thing’s point of view. Poetry, and writing, allows us to develop empathy and compassion. Empathy is an important trait to have, especially as a writer. To be able to understand another perspective, and have compassion for it, is truly a gift.

When I began writing today’s poem, I had started it as coming from the point of view of a Phoenix. But it quickly became a woman’s voice, a grandmother’s voice. And so, I wrote as her. I hope you enjoy it.

xo Jesi


Advice from Atropos

By Jessica Scott



Look at me.

Look at me and dread the day you

look like me,

skin creasing, folding in on itself,

hair greying, thinning, turning white

as age gnaws on my bones.


With age comes wisdom,

or so they say.

Let me tell you what I have learned

in this lifetime.

Life is hard and unfair;

it is ugly and messy and so full of disappointment.

It leaves you scarred, your body marked,

and, sometimes your soul, for all eternity.


You will cry and beat your fists in rage;

it’s how we come into this world,

and how some of us go out, still fighting

the current that draws us inexorably

toward the waterfall without a paddle;

we all go over, willing or not.


But there are moments…

Oh, such moments!

Such sweet, pleasurable, blood-racing,

breath-holding, firework moments…

the touch of someone’s hand on

your’s, the sound of a baby’s first laugh,

the scent of fresh spring rain,

the silk of his or her lips on your lips.

Oh, how I will miss the simple

pleasure of a kiss.


So, look at me.

Look at me and remember these days of your youth,

for they will not come again.

Remember the hard days, and the good;

relish every heart-stopping, goose-pimple, champagne-bubble moment,

because these are what get us through,

and make life worth living.

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

5 Replies to “Putting On A Mask

  1. I love how both sides of ageing are shown. I had a patient who once fixed me with a very beady eye and told me “Getting old isn’t for wimps!” But there ARE good times. And there will be more.

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