Pleiades in C Sharp


For the month of November, I plan to write a series of Pleiades. What are the Pleiades, you might ask? It is a poem with a one-word title and seven stanzas. Each of the stanzas has to begin with the same letter as the one-word title. It is not required for the Pleiades to rhyme. I tried my hand with it using the letter A. Therefore, I wrote Pleiades in C Sharp to be posted in November.

I also will be providing NaNoWriMo updates. I’m an overachiever. As 2020 wasn’t a big enough freakshow, I decided to do the 50,000-word challenge again.

(First Pleiades in C Sharp)


Climbing trapeze artist takes center stage

Carnivorous cats lurking down below

Claws sharp and clean, waiting to engage

Crazed chattering monkeys clamoring for a kill

Capricious carnival of carnage-filled with friend and foe

Calculating how many feet to fall and the sharpness of the teeth

Crowd of callous watchers amused by the show

(Second Pleiades in C Sharp)


Cantankerous critic of the young, government, and polite society

Calculating complications to historic calamities

Contentious enough to ignore creaking bones and groining knees

Charmed by life no longer aware of his own mortality

Camphor smelling occupier of vacant chairs

Chaste but not by choice but inability

Clueless spinner of tall tales cigarette dangling from ancient lips

(Third Pleiades in C Sharp)


Casual conversation spoke behind a curtained wall

Cautious composition of soft-sounding words

Cacophony of sound designed to confuse and enthrall

Captivating our senses to convert us into belief

Cajoling our ears with promises of comfort and relief

Corralling us into cages like naïve little birds

Caressed by the mirage of a caring hand filled with seed

(Fourth Pleiades in C Sharp)


Cold autumn wind blowing through an open window

Curve around a dark sharp corner without a care in the world

Country roads to numerous to choose which is best

Clever ramblers under the moonlight

Careening in an unpredictable circle

Coming back to the place on the map marked as home

Concrete constant reminder of where we belong

NaNoWriMo Update

I almost forgot to include my NaNo update this morning. I did 1,914 words yesterday. My goal was 3,000, but retirement stuff got in the way. Getting ready to retire is almost as complicated as planning a wedding. There are so many decisions to make and so many deadlines.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

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