The Pleiades
Seven beacons,
gatekeepers of darkness and dawn,
earth and moon, hot and blue,
sun and sea. So many tales
spun from their light. Some say
they craved death. Some say
they were doves before they found
their place in the firmament.
Stalked, they sought refuge
in transformation; even being
the daughters of a Titan
did not spare them. Now,
hardly anyone remembers
their names, known chiefly
for their usefulness to men,
individuality lost. Falling in love
caused one to fade, shamed
for her mortal failings.
Lauren Scharhag
Lauren Scharhag is
an award-winning writer of fiction and poetry. She is the author of Under
Julia, The Ice Dragon, The Winter Prince, West Side Girl & Other Poems, and
the co-author of The Order of the Four Sons series. Her poems and short
stories have appeared in over eighty journals and anthologies, including Voice
of Eve, Isacoustic, The American Journal of Poetry, and Gambling the
Aisle. She lives in Kansas City, MO. To learn more about her work, visit: www.laurenscharhag.blogspot.com
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