Poetry,  Writing

Rediscovered

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Funny. Over at Poets On The Page, yesterday’s poetry prompt was to rediscover an abandoned poem and “finish” it. Last year I actually did just that and when I found the poem and it’s revamped self, I sat back and smiled a little. The revamped poem is about rediscovery. So, here you go.

First the original (written February 2002):

Dreaming

By Jesi Scott

 

I dreamed I walked with you

Along the beach in the dark.

Moonlight shown down

And shaded your hair with a silver glow.

The waves splashed upon our feet,

Playing tag with the sand,

And the smell of salt was in the air.

 

The sound of music softly playing

Broke the stillness of the night,

A song from days long past.

You turned and took me in your arms,

And we swayed slowly,

Lost in the moment.

 

Too soon the song ended

And you pulled away,

But only for a heartbeat,

And then your lips were on mine,

Gentle and soft,

Teasing,

Like a cool breeze on a hot summer day.

 

My pulse quickened as I returned your kiss,

Fire for fire,

And I trembled

As your hands lightly caressed my back.

The kiss deepened

And I felt my blood run hot.

Before we knew it

We were making love there on the beach,

The waves crashing around us,

With a passion born before time began.

 

My soul joined yours when our bodies became one

And I knew you again,

As I did when we lived in the heavens

And played among the stars.

Then,

Suddenly,

I was one again

With your head between my breasts

And your body sheltering me from the night.

 

I woke then, in the darkness and I cried,

Then I felt your arms encircle me

And your lips on the back of my neck,

And only the beach was missing.

 

And the revamp (rewritten January 2015):

That Night on the Beach

By Jessica Scott

 

 

It was summer and the night was hot; our clothes stuck to our skin with sweat,

which is why we had decided to lazily stroll the deserted beach in the first place; you

said the water would be cool and there might be a breeze close to shore. We were

walking along the sand, our hands clasped together, feet bare, with your pants rolled

up to your knees and my skirt floating in the light breeze, waves splashing us in a

game of tag with the beach;

I could smell the salt in the ocean and taste it when I licked my dry lips.

 

The sky was so clear we could see thousands of stars drowning in the ink-black velvet night,

so vast and beautiful that tears filled your eyes from the thought of how small we are

and how big the universe is…

until I stepped on something that moved and I gave that squeak of a scream and

made you fall when I pushed you in my frantic hurry to get away from whatever

it was that had tried to kill me (or at least pinch my toes) while you sat in the sand

and laughed at me so hard  that you had to lie down so you could catch your breath

 

as I firmly told you that it wasn’t funny which made you laugh even harder until I

couldn’t help the smile that happened to appear on my face despite my attempt to

be mad at you. That is when I walked over to slap you on your shoulder but you grabbed my arm

and pulled me down on top of you making me laugh in spite of myself at the spectacle we

were making of ourselves, then we looked into each other’s eyes as the laughter dissipated

like smoke in the air…

 

…And then your lips on mine, gentle and soft, teasing, like the cool breeze we were

searching for that night, and whether from the sun-warmed sand or the heat-soaked air

we were like that word you looked up this morning, recalescence. What was that definition? A sudden

spontaneous increase in the temperature of cooling iron resulting from a change in crystal structure

occurring at a particular temperature.

 

Yes, that is what we were…recalescence. We had taken this trip to find a renewed intimacy with each

other, the passage of time and life together having begun to cool our desire. And now,

with our temperatures rising suddenly out of a spontaneous walk on the beach,

the structure of us changed.

Jesi Scott is an aspiring writer of novels, a poet, and blogger. She has guest-blogged over at The Well-Tempered Bards, and has a post featured at For Love Of…. Jesi has two poems published in Memories of Mist, a literary anthology, and one published story in a newsletter. She is currently working on releasing her first poetry collection as well as writing her first novel. When not writing, Jesi can be found getting lost in bookstores, singing and dancing around the house, experiencing culture with friends, and generally having fun with her four sons when they aren’t driving her weeping into her closet, which she calls her Padded Cell. She loves to rescue stray bookmarks, as well as books, and has opened her heart to any and all stories needing a home. Archery is her current favorite thing ever but you might want to stand back a little as she still has a tendency to drop the bow occasionally.

3 Comments

  • Dawn D

    Wow! So beautiful, both of them in their own way.
    I love the rhythm of the poem, the simplicity of it, so few words conveying such emotion. I particularly liked this paragraph
    “My soul joined yours when our bodies became one

    And I knew you again,

    As I did when we lived in the heavens

    And played among the stars.

    Then,

    Suddenly,

    I was one again

    With your head between my breasts

    And your body sheltering me from the night.”

    This is so true, you found the perfect words to describe it.

    And then the prose one… well… I was transported to a different place. There are more subtleties in there, more of an idea that you had grown apart and were finding yourselves anew.

    I loved both versions, even if it took me a few days to get around to reading them 😉

    XO

  • Deepti

    Spectacular piece.. loved both poetry and prose..
    “My soul joined yours when our bodies became one

    And I knew you again,

    As I did when we lived in the heavens

    And played among the stars.”

    these lines are the strength of your write.

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