Inspired by: “Outer Reflection” by Lilibeth Rassmussen
THE MUSES by Linda Flaherty Haltmaier
Some say there were only three,
the original triad of inspiration,
Hesiod tripled the crew to nine,
giving them jobs and names
like Calliope, Clio and Erato–
amplifying the whispers
heard by mortals
that toil in the tar pits
of creation.
I imagine them as mirrored figures,
nearly invisible,
that slip in and out of blind spots,
leaving trails of light behind–
A murmur under a dented hat
and Whitman hums a song of himself,
The impulse to tell the truth, but slant,
taps at Emily’s bedroom window,
A visit to a London flat
ends with a bang and not a whimper,
And eons before, a throaty hint
conjures Odysseus’s voyage
to a land where pig men prosper
and women sing with tongues
of steel and promise.
Words and stanzas strung together,
a godliness reflected back
in its most human form,
narrowing the space
between god and mortal.
Judge Stephen Gibson’s comments:” This is a terrific poem that brings in Greek myth, Whitman, Emily Dickinson, T. S. Eliot, Homer, and poets right up to the present, precise in its imagery and spot on in its tone—a wonderful work.”