Hi! I’m Jupiter Grant (she/her).
As you may have guessed, Jupiter Grant is my nom de plume; writing anonymously enables me to be more honest and less inhibited in my work. I’m a purveyor of erotica, fiction, poetry, pop culture, and whatever else takes my fancy on any given day…
I sit at the terminal waiting for
a flight that will carry me onward to
pastures unknown and an uncertain future,
with strange new adventures, unfamiliar views.
The knot in the pit of my belly is tight,
my fear of the journey ahead is intense,
for change can be fright’ning, as everyone…
A serpent shedding and discarding old and roughened skin,
I clear away the debris on both outside and within,
to start again afresh, reborn, all shiny and pristine,
and give my grey and tarnished self a bold new healthy sheen.
And yet there is a lot of me that’s lost…
I’m
immersed
in quicksand,
gasping for air —
quite literally!
The quagmire of travail
drags me down and smothers me.
Working hard but to no avail,
I feel as though I am drowning deep,
Trapped in a bog from which there’s no release.
And yet there are actually good things…
A writer/ narrator called Grant
would love to be writing, but can’t.
She is plying her trade
getting audios made,
thus her time on this platform’s been scant!
(She’s looking forward to coming back, though!)
Hello, everyone. I just wanted to explain my recent absence from Medium, and to thank…
Tears of salty shame,
the signs of pain emerging
from leaking tear ducts.
Little floodgates opening
as the levee starts breaking
With thanks to Sahil Patel for creating this poetry prompt challenge:
Day 19’s prompt is to “write a poem about an incident that forced you to cry no matter…
Your definitions,
the labels you put on me,
are your truths not mine
for I’m my own to define,
and I don’t need your labels.
Who I am is me.
Give me the freedom to exist,
not words to oppress,
and simply let me be me,
undefined and amorphous.
A time of challenge
remembrance of dark moments
and what got me through
Lost in tangled wool
no time to think of sadness
try to refocus
Comfort is at hand
at the end of crochet hooks
look what you achieved
Strolling on a beach
without a care in the world
holding hands, relaxed
Being Known’s Monthly Writing Prompt is Dare to Imagine! This July, Galit Birk asks, “what might you imagine for yourself and your life if all the obstacles were handled?”
I have written before about my love of…
Writer, Poet, Narrator, Freelancer. Living in UK & my own head. Send queries here: jupiterslair@gmail.com. Buy me a coffee here: https://ko-fi.com/jupitergrant
