#classical muses

I sat beside a pool of swans when Calliope appeared.

I read a book of poetry.

At this, fair lady peered.

She helped me to understand what it was they said.

Through her I met Shelley, Keats and Shakespeare

Although they all were dead.

 No longer shy of her fair eye,

I began to bravely ask,

How can I write such poetry?

She said, take off your mask.

Reveal to the world your soul.

Imagine every image whole.

 Thereafter, fair Calliope fled.