Stone Soup Servings is a regular series for Oddball Magazine that features upcoming performers at Stone Soup Poetry, the long-running spoken word venue in the Boston area that has partnered with Oddball Magazine. Stone Soup Poetry now meets from 8-10 p.m. every Monday at the Out of The Blue Art Gallery’s new location at 541 Massachusetts Avenue in Central Square Cambridge, Massachusetts. The open mike sign-up at 7:30 p.m.

Join us this coming Monday as Silent E. has her first ever feature at Stone Soup Poetry. Read her poem below and be in the audience for more Stone Soup on March 16.


She met him at a strangers house

She met him at a strangers house
Back on a chilly March night,
Only went over there to take a risk
Each step of the stairway creaked
As she made her way inside
Uncertainty filling her mind
To finally once in for all come out of her shell
One of two brown people in the room
She stood in the corner,
Unable to blend in she stood quietly observing the room
Watching and analyzing everyone’s behavior
Like a true Psychologist
And as she took in the atmosphere
Her layers were shed piece by piece
As each poet read their piece
Allowing confidence to build up
And making her way over to the Host
Asking for her name to be written down
So that she too may be allowed
To grace his stage
To share with the crowd in intimate space
To allow her voice to be heard above a whisper amount strangers
Who later on would become familiar faces
However, with all the pieces that touched her his penetrated her soul
Breaking unconscious Barriers bringing unknown feelings to light
See, it was never love at first sight
For this poet, it was love at first exposure at first thought expressed out loud
At first affirmation that she killed the crowd.
That a well established poet, can acknowledge her skills
And say yo “you killed”
As time went on she thought of him more and more
Liked him more than the day before
Being at his mics hearing him share his plight
Watching all of his accomplishments come to pass
Seeing the fruits of his labor grow forth via motivation&determination
This man that she somehow caught unexpected feelings for
Ended up within the pages of her poetry book
Night after night
Inspiring line after line
She’s never met a man who could inspire her rhymes
Spark her creativity
bring it to new levels
And leave her notebook on fire
She imagines his kiss
Outlines his embrace
Every beat of her heartbeat spells his name
Alas, as she peers into his life
There are many different variables , pieces and working parts
And she fears that she may never belong
She doesn’t even know if they pray to the same God
Sadly she withdraws
Leaving nothing but time to console her upsets
And she resolves, to take every feeling
Putting them where they belong
Deep down within the secret place where her
Soul intersects with her heart and cross over
common sense bridge to where logic lives.
Hoping that any remnants as such will cease to exist
Knowing the two of them will never share a kiss
Her head will never lay upon his chest by nightfall
She will not be the bride by his side
Forever down to ride
She takes every feeling burying it Inside
After all she tells herself
“A woman should never make the first move”
The voices of the past telling her
“It’s not ladylike,don’t never chase the guy”
But in her mind she knows he’s not just any guy
He’s the one who set her heart free and beyond barriers
Letting her know she could fly.