Erato Polyhymnia

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 t...View all