Poem: Ode to the Nine by Robert Tustin

Poetry is a Verb!


Ode to The Nine

Clio, Euterpe, Thalia, Melpomeni,
Terpsichore, Erato, Polymnia,
Ourania and Calliope
I cannot tell you girls how much
You mean to me.

O Clio, you and I
Have quite a long history,
With your clarion charm
You blew me away–
With a book in your right arm
Containing the heroic acts
Of events that used to be.

O Euterpe, your air is light,
You’re fluting brings me such delight
Both day and night,
Always a lyric on the wind,
What joy to me you send
So gently my way. The air slighly charged.
Your electricity it pleases me…

O Thalia, don’t tell you sisters,
but you are the one for me.
Sweetest Thalia don’t be so stingy,
but share with me that laughing mask of comedy
you hold in your hand. O Thalia
I love how you tease, I’m down on my knees…
tickle me, tickle me…

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