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Letters from the Muses
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Melpomene
by ~VolkesWagondaOtaku
The blind man came to see me three inches and a hair from falling to the floor strung up like a broken marionette by his lonely hawthorn staff...He said (as he hobbled to my door)
"I wanted to see you."
--one last time before he died, of course.
I let him lean his airy weight on mine, and with my arm brought him to a chair.
"Sit."
His wound was bleeding still, shall I say like tears, like rubies, bright stains against the plain white cloth wrapped round what once were eyes.
"Let me tell you a story."
I was not anything once. Or perhaps I was everything. I can no longer tell.
In the halls of my memories there lives a girl who could sing and dance every tune the wind blew through the reeds of grass. It was there Dancing in the sea of nodding blades that I met her (and the :wind)-- a long, long time ago. We danced and laughed together and she told me stories beautiful stories of Antigone, Medea, Oedipus, Achiles, and a blind man who could sing like the wind; --he had told her these tales.
But then she felt stifled [the wind did not blow freely there, you see]: she stepped out to look at me without a veil of dreams and fancy.
I was nothing, but had everything. Strange circumstance, which never fails to cast all love into the stormy seas.
She saw such precious wealth and joy laid at my feet to wallow in my ignorance and became a sweeping hurricane.
She said I was too
Perfect
too wealthy and happy to live in this world
'and so I shall make you beautiful.'
She tore away my eyes ripped the sinnews deep inside
:::warmbloodturnedblackandspilledacrossthesun:::
She made me into the poor beggar, the figure with ragged robes and a twisted leg listening in the foreign shadows. Straining, bewildered, lost and in pain, I listened.
...and heard what she meant when she called me Beautiful as I lay underneath the stained mask of tragedy.
--{The wind can sing [and it often does] --playing with the seas and fondling the stars}-- and perhaps my lack of sight has let me hear what the wind is trying to say more clearly, so that now I can play them back. :certainly more compelling: (and a certain attraction too) to a tragedy:--
Melpomene has a voice as beautiful as the wind among the reeds...
because of its sadness.
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Comments (3)
Volkes_Wagon said
at 12:12 am on Jun 14, 2011
woah what the it even came with a box.
...anyways, completed letters from the muses contest submission. theme: ancient greek muse. i chose melpomene, muse for tragedy (lol of course i'd chose her). IT WON~~~~ well there were only two other subs, so i'd have to place something, but STILL. :D first ever lit. contest first place (golden rabbit thing didn't count, i was the only entrant and i never got my prize cuz the group was too poor to give anything...and i think it's been disbanded now). i got my 3-month premium membership subscription today. >///<
teatime said
at 11:21 am on Jun 14, 2011
That's great, v. Your poem is wonderful, not just good poetry, but meaningful as well.
Volkes_Wagon said
at 1:00 pm on Jun 14, 2011
aw, thanks. > . < but i dunno, is it too blunt?
and GOOD TO HAVE YOU BACK IN OUR TIME ZONE :D
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