those 9 muses
the Greeks drew
in precise divisions of practice
never moved me,
coy & lolling at Apollo’s feet
in those pictures,
too busy flirting
to grant a whisper
in my ear
no, if art
is breathed, in
spired like cathedrals
pointing to sun &
embodied by anything
I shape, the 3 ancients
speak to me:
the craft birthed
from the movement of water,
cresting in waves
or rippled over rocks
speaks through my mouth
when she chooses, or
the song that strikes air
brighter than a cymbal–
that one rattles my bones
& then stokes language
to a hotter burn
so we can reel
inside the sparks
she stirs
& the last
who lives only inside voice,
that one wakes
when I hear you speak
& twines with my words
to answer you fully
Siculus can keep
his Ethiopian 9.
I know
what is important
always happens in 3’s.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
your timing, rhythm reminds me of Marge Piercy. Great infatigable subject !
oh, I love her! That is a great compliment!
Hooray, hooray, hooray.
🙂 Thanks! Glad you liked!
then stokes language
to a hotter burn
sparking heat Susan. This one would be a good one for you to record and read ;0)
just saying..
Thanks, Audra!
Random question: does the word ‘amuse’ derive from ‘muse’? I wonder. Fantastic poem – you should be famous.
It must be derived from there. Julie, gosh, now I am blushing–thank you!
If the important things happen in threes then will there be 3 apocalypse’s (apocalypsi)?
Is an apocalypse important if it doesn’t happen in 3’s.? Is one apocalypse worse than another?
So many questions…..
🙂
Sorry, I’m just in that weird headspace today.
Hahaha–I like that headspace.
wonderful
Thank you, Jane!
Your choice of words is amazing, my friend. 🙂
Celestine, thank you!
Some things need limit to one or not happen at all. If only we could dispense such controlled measure.
🙂 good point, Nelle!