I would wager that most artists, whether they identify as Hellenic or not, have a working relationship with at least one of the Muses. I work in several artistic fields, though my main field is writing. Within this field, I touch upon several genres, but I do have a particular fondness for tragedy.
I don’t share most of my tragic works here, because they are strictly artistic pursuits which do not fit into the religious theme of this blog, but I have been writing in the tragic style since I was a young girl. Long before I knew there was a name for it, and certainly long before I realized there was a Goddess overseeing my art.
I don’t know what draws me to Melpomene– or rather, what draws Her to me. It could be my lifetimes worth of trauma. It could be my dark personality. I may never know, but She has never been stingy with Her gifts. Inspiration comes freely and easily. The only thing stopping me from weaving the stories and poetry together is a lack of time and energy. But She doesn’t press. She waits until I can do what She bids.
And when that time comes? Oh, it is like a maelstrom of sensation! My heart beats faster, my fingertips tingle, and I can scarcely navigate the physical world for the cacophony of words and scenes and dark delights in my head. It is a type of possession, I am convinced.
But my Lady Melpomene is a gentle mistress. She eases away after a couple of hours, and I am left feeling warm and tired, but well cared for. She leads me not to suffer for my art, for which I am grateful. Most of all, though, I am grateful that She has taken me under Her tutelage, because without Melpomene, there would be no beautiful tragedy, at all.