Poetic Constellations Novels & Stories

The night air is filled with a sense of contentment, a perfect end to a day of celebration and laughter. Apollo sits on a log near the fire, Jolene by his side, her hand resting lightly on his arm. The children run through the darkness, their silhouettes illuminated by the bonfire's glow. Above them, the night sky reveals the vastness of the cosmos, with constellations forming intricate patterns. It’s a breathtaking sight, a reminder of the immense beauty of their celestial home.

And I didn't find this to be an issue at all. While we were dancing, I looked up and saw that the sky had become filled with stars, which appeared one by one in the manner of a celestial symphony. They moved across the night sky in a spectacular exhibition of the cosmos' brilliant brilliance, forming constellations that appeared to come to life with fables and legends from the distant past. Orion, armed with his powerful bow and arrow, stood tall and proud, and Cassiopeia shone brightly like a heavenly queen. The Big Dipper, with its easily recognizable shape, appeared to beckon with a feeling of being directed by the cosmos.

Whenever she moved, light slipped faintly off her fingertips, like physical contact with the blades of reality itself left a lingering mark. I gazed up at the Moon suspended above us in the afternoon sky. It had transformed dramatically too. Not one big bowling ball but a complicated constellation of forty-four separate lights, arranged in mathematical formations. As each individual light, representing one of the Lunas who had willingly taken in divine essence. With their own unique self even as they form part of a greater being.

I winced against the brightness. It began to burn. To itch. To irritate. I rubbed at it. Angling my head just so, I saw it flash to brilliant life. It was the constellation I carried in my head, if turned on its side a bit. The lowest point of the triangle sat between my boobs. Each point of the triangle was connected by thick, glistening lines of energy that traveled from corner to corner. Each corner attached to a center point. Those lines were delicate as clouds in a summer sky. But I knew deep inside that they were unbreakable.