"muse" bracelet

mother-of-pearl & filigree beads
italian red/gold finish

$66.00

eri, can you please stand still?”

Mnemosyne had brushed out her daughters’ hair each and every night. Tonight was no different.

Terpsichore was to perform alongside the Chorean maidens, her students. In honor of Dionysus, in collaboration with the Dionysian Maenads, they were to herald the summer’s harvest. She was to dance in the center, joining the two groups, mothers and maidens alike, in this celebration of the fruits of the town’s labors. While all the others were to wear their hair swept up in small, tight knots, hers was to hang down, flowing as the wine.

Her mother could remember the times when her hair was full of knots and twigs, from dancing through the brambles and briars that would catch at her, but never catch her. Her hair may flow like wine, but it was the fact that wine had never flowed down her throat which intrigued Dionysus so, prompting him to request tonight’s performance.

So long as that is his only request, she thought. She would not have any of her daughters couple with a son of Zeus!