Poetry About Euterpe

Euterpe lifts the reed flute to her mouth. Breath enters wood and leaves as silver weather. A poet listens for the measure underneath words. Melody crosses the courtyard without sandals. Inspiration begins as air given shape. The muse teaches silence how to sing.

Look again from the quieter edge. Breath enters wood and leaves as silver weather. A smaller detail changes the whole scene. Melody crosses the courtyard without sandals. Attention loosens the first easy answer. The muse teaches silence how to sing.

Euterpe lifts the reed flute to her mouth. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. A poet listens for the measure underneath words. It returns us to the Greek muse of music, lyric poetry, flutes, inspiration, performance, and breath becoming art. Inspiration begins as air given shape. The day continues with a more attentive heart.