Thursday, November 17, 2016

Susan Hawthorne # 321 Erato

DP 321 Erato

everything always lovely
her eyes her hair the way
she moves her body

Erato is like the sea
washing up on the shore
rising and falling in waves

poets call on Erato in their
darkest moments when love
turns sour or the stars cross

and when inspiration fails
they call her then too hoping
she'll stand by them in love and lyric

it's partly her fault because she
shoots words into the sky
like arrows and whoever

feels those arrows falls in love
with the next person they encounter
but who can get angry with Erato

so full of grace she picks up her lyre
sings  with a voice that is as clear
as a night sky filled with stars

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