We were three bright stars,
three sisters, no brother,
never far from our earth mother,
an open star cluster
until I discovered the universe,
my comet tail burning through space.
Now, middle-aged Pleiades,
we are fading stars and sisterhood is nebulous
in the stubborn constellation of Taurus.
No longer a pole star in your lives,
I’m just a white dwarf,
a faint glimmer in the night sky.
But look closely and you’ll see
that the star you wish on every night is me.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
Amaya, our host this Tuesday, tells us that she is fascinated by the concept of the pentimento, which in art is an alteration to a work as evidenced by traces of a previous work, showing that the artist has changed his/her mind. She has shared a famous example of the hidden woman’s face in the bent neck of Pablo Picasso’s ‘The Old Guitarist’.
Amaya has challenged us to write a poem in any form about a time (specifically or abstractly) we changed our mind. Keep in mind that pentimento in Italian means ‘repentance’, so a change for the greater good is what we’re going for, not one resulting in regret or even greater remorse. She has suggested one method of doing so by going back and reading something we wrote years ago to see if it’s something we would be ready to publish today. I have revisited a poem I wrote and posted in 2016.