This blanket features motifs to represent different tales revolving around the mythical horse, Pegasus.

He was the son of Medusa and Poseidon, which is why the first and last sections are waves that end in snake heads.

Then come the mountains, to symbolize the years Pegasus spent with the Muses as the patron of poets. Once the Muses sang a song so beautiful that even the mountains where they lived could not help but be moved.

The ensuing earthquake ended when Pegasus struck the ground with his hoof so hard that it ceased to shake. Where his hoof had dug into the ground, a spring bubbled up to fill the crater. Poets and would-be poets searched long and hard for this spring, for those who drank the waters would be forever blessed with great talent.

Then there will be storm clouds with lightning, because Pegasus had the honor for many years of being the only mount in the stables of Olympus Zeus trusted to carry his lightning bolts for him.

The final motif uses a filet crochet pattern from the mid nineteenth century to illustrate Pegasus himself, showing how he gained the friendship of Zeus through his hard work, and was given a place of honor among the stars.

Update 3/10/2019:

I decided to add one more section at the top. It’s meant to look like broken chains with a feather in the center. This is partly in reference to another myth, where a compassionate farm worker saves Pegasus from a life of servitude.

It’s also partly a nod to a story from Mercedes Lackey’s Velgarth books, which I couldn’t put down all through middle school. In it, a winged horse and the heir of Valdemar are trapped by your classic fantasy book bad guy and rescued by powerful strangers.

As a kid I was particularly taken with the song that she wrote to accompany it, called Windrider Unchained.

Here are some of the lyrics:

Windrider, fettered, imprisoned, and pinioned,
Wing-clipped by magic, his power full drained,
Valdemar’s Heir is defeated and captive,
With his Companion by Darklord enchained.
…
Power new-won have the Singer and Dancer,
Power to shatter their curses at last.
Power that also could free the sad captives;
Power to break the bonds holding them fast.
…
Spent now, the twain fall unseen into shadow,
Gifted to strangers all that they had gained.
Darklord returns, and by fear is confounded,
Flees the avenger, Windrider unchained!