Searching

Still her ire for Orion
seethes within her aching breast.
Soulful search for daughter lost,
sends her through the nebulae.
Shedding tears each sparkling night
sorrow steeps in starry scrim,
solace never to soothe her.

Laura hosts Tuesday Poetics at hhttps://dversepoets.com. She asks us to write a poem in the Pleiades form: 7 lines, each with 7 syllable; a one word title; and each line must begin with the first letter of the title. Plus, she asks that we somehow write in relationship to the star constellation, Pleiades, sometimes called Seven Sisters.
In mythology, the Peliades (seven sisters) and their mother were pursued by Orion. And it just so happens, only six of the sisters (stars) are visible to the naked eye. Legend has it, one sister disappeared. Hence the content of Searching, written from the mother’s perspective.

10 thoughts on “Searching

  1. Lucy November 24, 2020 / 9:53 pm

    So solemn and heartbreaking. I especially loved these lines:

    “seethes within her aching breast.
    Soulful search for daughter lost…”

    Wow. They are mesmerizing with loss and grief. A very beautifully written piece!

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  2. kaykuala h November 25, 2020 / 12:03 am

    She took it badly for the lost sister M. She got married apparently!

    Hank

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  3. kim881 November 25, 2020 / 4:47 am

    A great idea, to write from the Pleaides mother’s perspective, Lill. You’ve captured the essence of the myth and added maternal tears of anger and grief for the lost daughter. I imagined her searching forever in the nebulae.

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  4. Laura Bloomsbury November 25, 2020 / 7:50 am

    a lovely soulful piece Lilian – I shall think of these lines next time I seek those sisters out

    “soulful search for daughter lost,
    sends her through the nebulae.
    Shedding tears each sparkling night”

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  5. lynn__ November 25, 2020 / 9:16 am

    Story of a mother’s heartache…well told, Lillian!

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  6. robtkistner November 26, 2020 / 12:20 am

    Excellent Lillian, you followed the myth beautifully. Well written!

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  7. msjadeli November 30, 2020 / 2:48 pm

    Lillian, I had to look up “scrim” and love your “starry scrim” it gives space substance, which echoes the depths of the mother’s sorrow.

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