Keening

The sound of keening pierced the silence of the night, a heartbreaking lament for the deceased.

The keening cry of the baby echoed through the quiet night.

The keening whistle of the teapot signaled that the water was boiling.

Her keening wails echoed through the funeral hall, filled with sorrow.

The young girl gazed out the window with keening eyes, longing for the arrival of her absent father.

The ancient ritual of keening has been passed down through generations in our family.

In ancient Celtic rituals, women would often keening during funeral rites to honor the departed.

The collective keening of the crowd created an atmosphere of deep sorrow and grief.