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.

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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