Welcome to the Jester's Kingdom. I hope you enjoy your stay. I'd offer you my second born to follow my blog via one of the handy links to the right, but you'd give him back. And I'm rather fond of him.
The Jester Queen welcomes you back to her kingdom. She's excited that her tendency to refer to herself in the third person hasn't scared you away.
Inside me lies a dinosaur in slumber, recumbent and half submerged. I try to keep her this way, because that terrible lizard roars destruction. But sometimes, no amount of medication can keep her from snorting to the surface, her enormous size swelling up through my skin and out my mouth. And on those days, I feel the boil. I thrash to free myself from the scalding heat. And my mania has teeth. She will seize you as gladly in her jaws as me. Or she’ll take us both down, hold us burning together until she ebbs back inside my skin.
This week, Velvet Verbosity is asking for 100 words on slumber. And I’m always up for a word game.
About jesterqueen: Jessie Powell is the Jester Queen. She likes to tell you about her dog, her kids, her fiction, and her blog, but not necessarily in that order.
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Wow you are really good with words…wish I could say the same. Thanks for stopping by my blog from SITS! 🙂
Thanks Natalie!! Hop you’re enjoying your SITS day. You have a really fun site!
A dinosaur or a monster?! 😉
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See, my kids love Dinosaur Train, this inane little show that communicates dino facts by turning them into cuddly little snugglers who ride around on a time travelling train. I think a lot of people view dinosaurs like that. I think of them in much more visceral terms. Boiling monsters who would have, even the vegetarians, rent a human limb from limb, brought on with their cuts and wounds stunning infections that burned from the inside out.
Jess, you've captured a dinosaur and much more here. I read it metaphorically and it works so well that way.
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Thanks Deb,
Yes, it's a metaphor for bipolar. She's not a nice player.
Living with my hubs who has major depression & PTSD I got it as mental health metaphor and yes she is a bitch.
Jess, I love the portrait you painted of your inner rage and from what I gather you wish to part with it. Good work!
I sometimes look at the world and imagine what I would think if I weren't so angry. It's a strange sort of split feeling when I think that way.
A poignant write on what mania/depression feels like. My brother struggles with it, and he describes it less eloquently, but with the same raging helpless feeling.
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The hell of bipolar is that I don't even believe in the concept of 'self control' in certain situations. I can control my actions. I cannot control my emotions, and sometimes words just pour out. I try to keep the most invective ones on paper so I don't cut down other people with them.
Right Arm! Or as a friend of mine from the UK says… Spot On..
And indeed, I believe you know that feeling exactly booguloo.
Oh, I love the contrast of the physical monster with the mental one within.
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I try to keep her within, so that she doesn't hurt the people around me.
I love the imagery, even if it is pretty scary. Your dinosaur is much more realistic, but I think I prefer my dinosaur cute and cuddly like Littlefoot and Petrify. 😀
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Yeah. I’d like my dinos cuddly too, to be honest. And as inane as dino train is, it’s the ONLY show the kids and I can stand to watch together.
You know… I can picture a lion inside of you too. Not just the dinosaur. Nice piece of writing there lady!
The lion's right on top. People meet the lion and think she's the dino. And then they see the dino, and many of them run. Many, many of them run. Scott didn't run. I think that's why we're married. Her claws and teeth are somehow immaterial to him, passing through without leaving a mark or a scar.
Know what you mean. I have a punching bag for that very purpose.
Yeah, music helps, but not nearly as much as hitting things. I'm trying to teach my son to hit harmless things. "OK, you need to hit and throw. I get that. Throw this. Nobody cares if you throw a bean bag. Hit this. Nobody cares if you punch out your pillow."
You beautifully capture depression. Gone, but not. There, but not. Dangerous and hidden and a part of me. Well done.
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I treasure those days of feeling normal, of having my mood be baseline the whole day. Of having constant focus and not feeling the constant drag.
Beautiful. You captured well what depression is like. Submerged, but not gone. Lurking. Dangerous. Part of us.
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Thanks for Visiting Robin! I think we may have a lot in common!
Wonderful piece of writing. Stands so well all by itself! And just loved your frog story– you HAVE to write about that or I will! Your mom would make a great character, I"ll have to steal her!:)
You know, that might just be perfect for the trifecta prompt this weekend. I hadn't thought of it that way until you said something! Thanks for the inspiration.
Ah well. I wound up in car wrecks. I don't begrudge you the use of this story, by the way. I'd love to see where the frogs took you. I suspect we could both use it to fabulous and hilarious effect.
How beautifully done! I love how you used a dinosaur!
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I started with a dragon, but then I realized I wanted 'terrible lizard' and that meant I needed to go dino, and dino is probably more right anyway, because dragons are mythical and this isn't.
I loved the way you described something so scary so beautifully. It reminds me of my own PMS. It reminds me of times when I was taken down with someone else's dragon.
I hear you there. My sister's bipolar was a million times worse than mine, and yet I was the only person she ever truly feared, probably because I was so much louder than she was. (She was more violent and assumed that my bite was worse than hers because my bark sure was.)
This was much more metaphorical for me… perhaps describing a tendency toward hard-to-control anger or depression? Wonderfully vivid descriptions.
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Indeed – it was a reference to bipolar, so metaphor with a tinge of reality.
Wow! Love your use of words to create 'the beast'.
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Not sure, but I may have just posted to you a response to someone else. So if you see something about Schwarma, ignore it. I was trying to say that this is something I think about all the time, so the description was right there and very accessible. Unfortunately or fortunately, depending upon your perspective.
Hey, did you ay you were in a car wreck?. You ok?
Powerful metaphor for bipolar! Sometimes I feel this way without bipolar – when my stubbornness gets triggered. 🙂
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