Dear Muses,
Prayers to your father, King of Gods, Zeus.
Salutations to your mother, Goddess of memories, Mnemosyne.
As her name echoes through the walls of my brain, I’m reminded of Homer.
For Homer believed your inspiration fuelled his poetry.
They say inspiration is perishable.
You are all immortal personification of inspiration,
How can the daughters of memory perish?
The ancient Greek poets never forgot to honour all nine of you.
Today, I’m reminded to do the same.
Oh dear Muses, it's amusing how much you elude me.
I write this letter addressing you all,
pleading for guidance on my poetic pursuits.
I seek your artistic and scientific visions.
I pray for the awareness of all nine sisters.
Shower me with your divine attention,
Your presence is needed to create my magnum opus.
Let this poem record history’s rhythm, Clio.
Make my metaphors sing like your flute’s melody, Euterpe.
Jingle alarms of comedic timing for me to smile, Thalia.
Depart with tragic endings for me to cry, Melpomene.
Dance on my words, Terpsichore.
Make love and romance, Erato.
Does this sacred hymn sing gospel truth, Polyhymnia?
Walk my story to epic narratives, Calliope.
Blanket my poetry with the fabric of reality, Urania.
Oh dear Muses,
nine enlightened sisters,
embodying art and science,
daughters of memory,
if this poem fails to impress,
especially those who criticize and profess,
then surely it’s true,
this prayer may fail to reach you,
eluding me once more.
