Under the Pleiades
I think of the Seven Sisters who fled
the Hunter, Orion. I was taken
in their stead.
Son of Poseidon,
you walked the waves
while I fainted at your feet.
Hand in hand,
we comb the sands
and I weave
the salt white fringes of the sea.

[A. C. Hardy is a pharmacist with a passion for literature. His poetry has appeared in various publications, including Kakalak Anthology of Carolina Poets, The Anthology of New England Writers, and ByLine Magazine.]