Written by: Jayne Eggins

Nyx opened black arms
threading her twilight fingers 
and cradled my awe 
to turn my hair, white  
she filled my eyes with stars
firing a comet to 
the core of my heart 

my second breathe
carved dragons of fire,
as Aeolus filled each lung,
Terpsikhore sang music
into the life and death  
of this epic 


I taste a southerly breeze
catching it on the tip of my tongue
rolling it into my lungs
I sing appegio 
to throw a shadow of night

the circle of her arms 
has tightened, 
and the nebula 
in my eyes,
threaten to shoot 
from their sockets 

I have finally 
felt the meteor
lodged in my heart,
move in its longing 
for one last blaze 
of release, 

only the breath of God, 
holds for revelation


TERPSIKHORE (or Terpsichore) was one of the nine Mousai, 
--when the Muses were assigned specific literary and artistic 
spheres--Terpsikhore was named Muse of choral song and 
dancing, and represented with a plectrum and lyre.

AIOLOS (or Aeolus) was the king of the winds who kept the 
stormy Anemoi Thuellai and Aellai locked away inside the hollow 
heart of the floating island of Aiolia. At the command of the gods 
he released these to wreck devastating storms. Since the Winds 
Hippotades, "the reiner of horses," from the Greek hippos ("horse") 
and tadên ("reined in tightly").