Fly high, young bird. Your hour has come.
Let fall a feather to remember you by –
free and exultant in the summer skies.
Faith be on your wings, and perseverance, too
favorable winds will not always be for you
Forge ahead though fear engulfs your heart
fortune kisses him who does not give up.
I was aiming for a pleiades but I missed it by so many syllables. To be a pleaides, the poem should have seven lines with 6 syllable in each line. Each line should begin with the same letter as the title. Since I could not do the form anyway, I moved “let” to the second stanza from its original position as the last word of the first stanza. I chose the form with the I wrote this for Septets for DVerse’s Seventh Anniversary prompt in mind. 🙂 A fluffy feather that I saw on the ground this morning inspired the piece.