Without a muse, a poet cannot sing
An empty jug contains no trace of oil
Frustrated are those, nourishment seeking
From vessels empty, despite farmers' toil
Inspiration allows sweet breath divine
To enter lungs mortal and fallible
Thus to foolish exhalations refine
And dying mouths utter words immortal
Calliope, you taught Homer to sing
Of Helen's beauty and Priam's despair
Of Achilles, who made art of killing
Of Odysseus' cold, indignant glare
Through you, epics of gods and heroes tell
Inspired by you, voices rose and fell
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This poem was prepared in response to Poppy's provocative prompt; you can find more information about her latest bouquet of them below:
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (6)
Excellent sonnet about Calliope.š¤ If Iād seen & read this before attempting one myself, I would have given it a miss!šµāš«
I absolutely love the first and last line and how the middle flawlessly connects them.
Well wrought, D.J.! A fitting figure of Greek mythology for such a sonnet!
The era of Greek sonnets has begun! Feels like Shakespeare coming out of retirement
Whoaaa, that was awesomeeee! Loved it so much!
Wow. That was incredibly beautiful. Well done!