poem: The Light of the Pleides

poem: The Light of the Pleides

A Chapter by Marie Anzalone

Last night was clear and still

and breathtaking.

   Cold and lonely,

I stood at my window,

thinking

   of you-

thinking, this is what swallowing

   the Pleides, being targeted by Orion's

deadly aim, feels like.

 

I took the night sky

           in my hands

   and folded it into a blanket,

        tossed across my shoulders

Orion's belt at my waist,

 

Taurus tucked in my pocket,

   and this light for you,

         taken so deep in my body

      no-one who looks me

           in the eye

would know

     the Pleides want to shine there

each time my heart dwells

          on your beautiful face.

 

That arrow flew- it missed Taurus

  with his mad red eye and all,

       and hit me, somewhere in the chest;

I am unsure if the wound

     is fatal or not.

 

When I held my celestial robe

     to staunch the blood

          I wished you could have

  been there in my moment of weakness-

to see the light from Pleides

    that would blaze out of every

       pore, illuminating the

whole fabric of the blanket

         that moment your hand

              touched mine.

 



© 2013 Marie Anzalone


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Hmm, it's a nice metaphor that carries through, here, sort of along the lines of what a lot of 17th century poets would do. You know that trope; "come look at what this great X in nature is doing and realize that it's presenting to us what we ought to be doing."

The night stars have always appealed in love poetry just because the are distant and seems subtle. It's a whole big cosmic whirl to observe the lovers from a distance, instead of that old "saucy, pedantic wretch," the sun.

I, personally, might amend the third stanza slightly. I might excise the "my light for you, / hidden so deep in my body," because it doesn't present the hidden flame in a new way, and it feels a bit weaker than the rest because of that. I think it flows nicely without it, and it more powerful that way because it's more economical with the metaphor. Just a thought, no slight intended.

Best wishes and happy writing, friend.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

"They" say to write about what you know. I know the natural world, she is my home, my solace, my con.. read more
VennelaMargame

11 Years Ago


I like the phrasing a little better now. Hope I'm not being too picky, these things just poke.. read more



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Marie, I really like this poem-- a lot. What a moment, and it almost becomes an apocalyptic moment at that.

I wonder, do you have other poems that I could see?

www.VerseWrights.com



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Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

Verser, I am truly appreciative of you reaching out, more than you can know. I have gotten so little.. read more
Verser

11 Years Ago

I am so glad. When it comes to writing, discouragement is a self-made enemy.

It is i wh.. read more
You have a way with words. Images. A beautiful piece.

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Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

thank you, Micheal. I was trying to weave with images in this one. It makes you happy you enjoyed th.. read more
Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

*michael
Hmm, it's a nice metaphor that carries through, here, sort of along the lines of what a lot of 17th century poets would do. You know that trope; "come look at what this great X in nature is doing and realize that it's presenting to us what we ought to be doing."

The night stars have always appealed in love poetry just because the are distant and seems subtle. It's a whole big cosmic whirl to observe the lovers from a distance, instead of that old "saucy, pedantic wretch," the sun.

I, personally, might amend the third stanza slightly. I might excise the "my light for you, / hidden so deep in my body," because it doesn't present the hidden flame in a new way, and it feels a bit weaker than the rest because of that. I think it flows nicely without it, and it more powerful that way because it's more economical with the metaphor. Just a thought, no slight intended.

Best wishes and happy writing, friend.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

"They" say to write about what you know. I know the natural world, she is my home, my solace, my con.. read more
VennelaMargame

11 Years Ago


I like the phrasing a little better now. Hope I'm not being too picky, these things just poke.. read more
Somehow I always knew they were over home and Orions belt pointed the way. It is not going too far to say you have grouped these words in the same way the stars are seen from this perspective ,together.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

The beautiful 7 Sisters are my second favorite constellation; the first being the Southern Cross, wh.. read more
An absolutely exquisite love poem, Marie! The imagery is wonderful in its simplicity. I can feel your heart break and recombine with every moment you think on your love when he is not there. Wrapping yourself in the heavens and thinking only of the hunter that found you, but has yet to claim you.

Wonderful.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

11 Years Ago

I think that iat night n some places in the world, the veil between our "reality" and other realitie.. read more

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Marie Anzalone
Marie Anzalone

Xecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, Guatemala



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Bilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, grant writer, editor, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to ta.. more..

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