Hope for the poet.(By Buford)

Sweet daughters muses
Apollo’s charges.

Fly around me Goddesses in your usual style.

I want not, to defy or contest you.

For I fear your reprisal,
Of magpies and goldfinches
Of blindness and Hades.

Fly around me Goddesses in your usual style.

I want your letters,
So I my combine them.
“To hold all things in memory.”

I run with the Sphinx and her riddle.
I run with Airstaeus and her healing and prophecies.
I run with the nymph Echo and her alluring music.

I run as a disciple,
To your feminine hearts.

So please, sweet violet eyed muses,
“Tell me a tale” and “Sing Goddesses sing.”

Give to me your gift of inspiration.

For you are the daughters of memory,
and I am dependent on you.

Fly around me sweet goddesses in your usual style.

Take me now,
to Mt Olympus.

So I my dance in the glow of a fantasy