The Muses deserve a Palace

Today Dr. Sexson assigned us to write about both our bedroom and our memory palace so I'm going to kill two birds with one stone as I tell you about my memory palace built for the muses.  Perhaps the elegant muses deserve a more majestic palace than my simple bedroom at home, but it suffices for my memory nonetheless.


C Calliope: As I enter my bedroom at the end of the hall I look to my right.  In the corner, perched daintily on my bookshelf, sits Clio--a copy of Homer's Odyssey in her hands.
C Clio: I look back straight ahead and there is Clio (a spitting image of Cleopatra)sitting at my desk checking my computer's history.
U Urania: I look up at my and there is Urania, laying among the glow-in-the-dark stars and planets that decorate my ceiling.
T Thalia: Immediately to my left is my closet.  Here I find the comedic Thalia trying on my clothes to make goofy outfits (two mismatched heels, paired with athletic  shorts and a fancy tank top layered over a sweatshirt with a hat perched crooked on her head).
E Euterpe: This one is easy for me--Euterpe is perched on my music stand next to my door, playing the piece Orpheus and Eurydice on my gleaming silver flute.
T Terpsichore:  This delightful muse is found on my CD player, dancing wildly along to Britney Spears (no she isn't my favorite artist but she was quite the dancer back in the day).
E Erato: Erato can be found in the chest of drawers next to my bed, wearing a slinky red dress and pawing through my underwear for something that wouldn't show under her tight-fitting clothing.  
M Melpomene: This muse is sprawled on my bed (the place I always went for comfort when sad) bawling her eyes out with her hair a mess and mascara smeared down her face.



P Polyhymnia: This final muse is kneeling primly at the end of my bed, dressed as a nun, and clearly praying 


So there you have it, my simple palace for the Muses.  Should be interesting to see if these are the images that come to mind next time I'm staying at home!