Nine Muses

Nine Goddesses I must summon you,
For my own muse has gone astray.
Zeus, Mnemosyne, mother of memory I beg you,
Could you send even one daughter my way.

Calliope, sweet muse of epic poetry
Where is it that you hide,
Clio, talk to be of recorded history
Are really so occupied?

Erato, share your thoughts on love,
Whisper words of romance in my ear.
Euterpe, dear muse of lyric poetry
It’s your double flute I need to hear.

Melpomene, muse of deep tragedy
What of soldiers who die in battle every day?
Polyhymnia, inspire in me some sacred poetry,
For those brave soldiers I will surely pray.

Terpsichore, let us sing and dance
Until our cheekbones ache with grins
So, Thalia and I can amuse you with
A new play to draw the people in.

I sit here tonight with Urania close by,
Astronomy lighting up this night sky so bright,
And I’m not inspired to write even one little word,
Sorry if I bored you, and a very pleasant goodnight.

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Muses, in Greek mythology, were the nine daughters of the god Zeus and Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory. The Muses were believed to inspire not only poets, but all artist.

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