The Crook and the Cards: A Story Poem

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 www.octpowrimo.com.

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12 Responses

  1. Dawn D says:

    Wow! A powerful one for sure! I can’t remember if I’d read it already, but it’s a masterpiece!

    • Jesi says:

      Dawn, you are a doll! I hardly think it’s a masterpiece but, by all means, keep saying it and maybe it’ll stick. LOL.
      I’m so glad you liked it, though.

      • Dawn D says:

        A MASTERPIECE I tell you 😀
        Shall I say it again?
        I’m really humbled every time I read your work Jesi. At least it gives me something to strive for 🙂

        • Jesi says:

          The irony here is that I read my own work and think, what the hell are they talking about? I’m not that good, really. LOL
          But I’m so glad when I read how I’ve touched someone with something I’ve written. It’s like giving the best present ever to someone who wasn’t expecting it. I love that feeling. And I’m glad I inspire you. That means so much to me. ~HUGS~

  2. lrconsiderer says:

    OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH! This reminds me of ‘The Devil Went Down to Georgia’ but WAY creepier!

  3. seanbidd says:

    Thought I’d disturb you. Here the Ghost Gum leaves fall in the dead of moonless night, while a lone pelican spreads wide its wings on the winds above the sandhill country, trailing the first flows to the wet season and the wealth it brings to life’s worth. The first few lines reminded me of some sad graves that reside in the sandhill country down here, the risks taken, their gamble.

    • Jesi says:

      This may sound odd but what you said here sounds hauntingly familiar to me. I know I’ve heard something like this before when I was little but I cannot for my life remember where I know this from.
      From what little I know of Australia, it seems to me that everything there required risks and gambles, and there’s respect due those who took the chances no matter what the odds or the consequences.

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