Sacred Sisters

After millennia, I believe you abide

Beautiful, enigmatic; it is inspiration that you provide

Consoling, cajoling, filling frail, mortal vessels; of ideas are you the mothers

Deeming some worthy of astonishing feats, deploring the folly of others

Euterpe, giver of many delights, of the lowly lyricist, benevolent assister

For your aid I humbly pray, eldest sister

Giver of perfumed boons, teaser of tongues, trust in my fealty

Harken, I implore thee, to my plaintive entreaty

If I am worthy, bless my fallible fingers; make them dance on the keys

Joke with Erato, your lovely sibling; every rapturous embrace, she sees

Keep her lascivious, languorous lyrics for me

Lift my small syllables to Clio’s ear; let me tell of what is and has been, per her decree

Make history a steadfast foundation for my creations, please

Not wishing to neglect Calliope, to her in turn I offer my devotion; my futile striving let her ease

Onward toward epic grandeur I move, Homer I humbly emulate

Pause each morning I shall, to watch Dawn’s rosy fingers, a healing glow do they generate

Questing through inky darkness, fulminate against night with light

Regard with mercy my efforts, Melpomene, majestic and melancholy; your sad eye I would delight

Sure of my faith, remain; from hamartia to catastrophe, tragedies for you I will forge

Terpsichore, I am no dancer; let my language pirouette nonetheless to your lyre; poems would I disgorge

Under your stars, Urania, I labor; let them flash and sparkle in my living lines

Veiled and vivacious, view favorably my songs, mistress of music, Polyhymnia; bless my designs

Welcome my offerings, smiling Thalia, sovereign of satire, princess of puns; I kneel at your shrines

Xenophobia abjure; wink at this sad stranger, joking for your amusement; do not my efforts deride

Your love I covet most, mistress of irony, grinning and japing and puncturing pride

Zeniths of wit are only attainable with your magnanimous leave; may your power and mercy abide