Boethius found consolation through,
the teachings of Lady Philosophy.
Austere and beautiful, whose logic held,
the prisoner’s hand to his execution.
An unread poet finds consolation through,
the teachings of Erato, Thalia,
And Calliope, austere and beautiful.
(And in his collection of rejection notes.)
Boethius and I together know,
the Muses love us, wherever we go.
[(1) I would be surprised if “The Consolation of Poetry” has not already been used as a title of a book or poem. If it has, please advise me so I can change the title of my little scribble. Life is good.]