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THE MYTHS OF THE PLEIADES

poet Anonymous

Poetry Contest

Poems of utter romance


READ THE BELOW as head line story, or use it as info
The idea is to make the MOST ROMANTIC poem about it...
Pour me some magic
Any style or length will do...
ROMANCE ME AWAY, use at least a few aspects of this story.
You don`t have to use all
I realize it might be quite a read, looking forward to see who will take the challenge

one entry each

GOOD LUCK








The Myth of the Pleiades

Among the nymphs of Diana's train were seven sisters, the daughters of Atlas. On moonlight nights these sisters used to dance in the forest glades; and one night Orion, the hunter, saw them dimly through the trees. They looked like a flock of beautiful wild birds, and the sight made the hunter's heart beat loud and fast.

Just as he had chased the deer so many times, he began now to chase these nymphs. Not that he meant to hurt them, but he wanted to go near enough to them to see them better. The nymphs were frightened and ran away swiftly through the trees. The faster they ran, the faster Orion followed.

When they were almost in the hunter's grasp, they suddenly disappeared, and seven white pigeons rose from the grass where they had been, and flew away - up, up, into the night sky.

When they reached the sky, the seven pigeons became seven bright stars. There the stars shone, in a little group, close together, for hundreds of years. They were called the Pleiades.

Grace
IDryad
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Pursue on My Love

Twas the lights the sisters shone
the sparkles of the gowns they wore
the twinkle in their green grey eyes
that enchanted Orion to give chase

they fled through fields
through glades through brier
fields of thorns that scratched
deep, that cut, that gouged

the fear to touch the fear to love
commitments unsure of immortal born
for Atlas daughters all maiden fair
knew no man much less the son of the sea

for Orion born of mortal and immortal
his stature of two men
his girth ample to his curiosity
he pursued the sisters purposely

the maiden fair all seven of them
called to the gods for mercy
to the deliver them from he
rash in chasing unimplored

from their mouths to the gods
pity evoked the immortals
thus power born of them
thunder and lighting Zeus cast

from tender maidens of beauty
rose the birds of innocence
fluttered off to the sky above
to twinkle in their brightest light

Orion in woe begged forgiveness
swore never to pursue again
but deaf was the ears
of his divine ancestors

a day would come when he in turn
adorned the sky with brightness born
late of his immortal self
gifts of the gods now almost unknown.

 


poet Anonymous

Thank you for a beautiful romantic entry, Grace!

poet Anonymous

Romantic souls...step into the spotlights.....

Grace
IDryad
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Mourganna said:Thank you for a beautiful romantic entry, Grace!

Pleasure is all mine, Mourganna.

Astyanax
Ceejay
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The Pleiades

The Pleiades,
The Seven sisters,
The beautiful daughters of Atlas,
Seven points of light,
Whirling forever across the heavens
In their endless dance.
Do you realize
We can see right up your skirts from down here?

poet Anonymous

Thank you for your entry, Ceejay.

LaKu
Lost Thinker
Greece
Joined 6th Dec 2012
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Greek mythology is always a good inspiration source ^_^

poet Anonymous

LaKu said:Greek mythology is always a good inspiration source ^_^

Indeed so, LaKu....Hopefully you will send in an entry as well.
You are most welcome to join in!

LaKu
Lost Thinker
Greece
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I will do, I just have been working on some lyrics for a singer these past days and I am up to the neck..

LaKu
Lost Thinker
Greece
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Also I have to write a poem for Afrodite of Mylos as an assignment from my shrink -_-

poet Anonymous

Ok, good luck with your writing projects, Laku!

hornyatmorn
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HIDE AND SEEK
(an alternative romance)

Orion, hunting for the hare,
but still content to catch a mare,
instead of eating just go riding,
those seven sisters laugh and tease,
they make him wild, set him at ease,
they show him favor, then go hiding.

This tale has got to be believed,
but more than that to be re-lived,
and then you get that funny feeling,
at which you need no further proof,
only observe the south sky's roof,
unless it's cloudy, (Zeus unwilling).

And there you see them chasing him,
out of sheer lust and wanton whim,
crying, "Orion, you handsome devil,
let us pretend you give us chase,
so that bellow this human race,
mistakes our frolics as we revel".

He lets them fly a bit ahead,
and then he jumps out of his bed,
a few degrees bellow he's rising,
he is in love with all of them,
each one to him a precious gem,
he hears their laughter mesmerizing.

He wonders, " Hell, what should I do,
to catch just anyone of you
and give her what she's really after?"
he runs and tries to no avail,
as Artemis unfolds her veil,
covering all except that laughter.

In this eternal hide and seek
they are still teasing, "hey, big prick,
your belt is almost horizontal, [size=1](1)

was vertical when you came out,
either you ran or do without
this highest pleasure and most fontal.

Still seven to the naked eye,
(what an unscientific lie!)
He is aware of their true number,
but he's so skilful fitting pipes,
confident with all lady types,
He's just… a scientific plumber.

We'll never know what happens next,
there is no song or secret text,
Orion and his teasers vanish,
the sun comes out hiding their shine,
gives them deep knowledge and divine,
and from that scene the humans banish.
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1: Orion always rising in a lying position and his belt (the central three stars of the constellation) are in a vertical line when he appears. Later as the hours pass and he approaches mid sky  he gradually turns to a standing/hunting position, stretching his bow and his belt looks in normal position (horizontal).
Therefore the action of this poem takes place in late August-early September  (in early morning hours) as observed from a northern hemisphere latitude of about 35 degrees.


poet Anonymous

Thank you for a great entry, Hornyat!

poet Anonymous

GRACE thank you for a magical poem!!!

Horny at and Cj, thank you also for your fine entries.

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