I experienced a chance encounter with two people
On my walkabout by the lands near Mount Helicon.
I was silent and at first
They did not hear me
Or acknowledge my presence.
I drew closer
Pulled by a kind of gravity
To their whispered conversation
One I could not hear
With my mortal ears
Or at least at first
When by Jove in the next moment
I could make out every word
Even from a good distance:
“He thinks we cannot hear him
And does not know who we are.”
Said the one on the left
With brown and golden hair
With dappled pink.
“You are right, dear sister,
Let us have some fun with him.”
Said the one on the right
With flowing hair of silver flax
And strips of the pink blush of dawn.
And in that moment
When they turned to look at me
It was as if time slowed to a crawl
For what seemed an eternity
And my heart flew
Tried to escape my chest
As the world
Was filled with song
And my mind
Could not rest
Ever
Again.
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This piece is part of the Muse Cycle of the Private Poet Salon, a cross-chain collection of multi-media poetry.
The muses in this piece are two of the more obscure and most interesting to me personally. When a large body of stories are not told or more likely in the case of classics, lost, the potential for storytelling excites me, hence, starting with Erato and Polyhymnia:
Erato - the Goddess of Love Poetry:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erato
Polyhymnia - the Goddess of Sacred Poetry:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polyhymnia
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