“The Dream” by Rudy Thomas

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Wake up! She cried out. Help me!

I look at the foot of my bed.
A young woman stands in moonlight,
filtering thru the sheer curtains.

She wears a robe, fastened over one shoulder.
She stares at me.
I shake my head to make her disappear.

I am Thalia she says.

“Thalia Grace?”

You know me.
I was told you would.
You know my sisters?

Aglaia & Euphrosyne?

I’ve had enough of it!

“Enough of what?”

My sisters!

“Why me?”

You are an artist.

“Others have painted you…”

Not me alone.
It’s always the three of us,
dancing in circles,
embracing.
I’m tired of giving up my self
& giving joy & beauty center stage!

“I’m a better poet,” I confess.

Milton wrote L’Allegro for Aglaia.
I’m not your muse, poet.
We’ve parted company,
my sisters & I.

“Over beauty?”

You have an empty canvas.
You must paint me.

“What if I cannot capture
your beauty?”

It would be because I wear
this robe, she said
& let it drop
to the floor.

-Rudy Thomas

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