July 31, 2004
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Circe
The merman Glaucus became enamoured of a dainty nymph called Scylla who came to the waters every day to bathe. Glaucus begged Circe to work her witchcraft upon the nymph to make her return his love, but Circe, intent on the favours of the merman herself, poured one of her poisonous charms into the fountain where her rival swam. No sooner had Scylla stepped into the water than her lower body was transformed into monstrous barking dogs. Distracted by the hideous metamorphosis and the ugly noise, Scylla threw herself into the sea and was changed into the roaring rocks between Italy and Sicily that bear her name.
Excerpt from Webmagick
from http://www.jwwaterhouse.com/view.cfm?recordid=63Who may see the passage of a goddess unless
she willed his his mortal eyes aware?”
Homer …..”The Odyssey”A child of the sea, and the sunlight to men…
She comes to you with a glow within
“A form of grace and beauty rare, “
A singing nymph with sun-bright hair”
Her eyes the color of the azure sea..
But watch closely and you shall see,
How her eyes shall mirror these:
The seas, the storms, the noon sky so bright
The iris, and the new dawn’s light,
The hearts of men, whose souls they bare,
When in her company, they do share.
Endless treasures and gifts so rare…
With magic kiss upon your brow,
She seeks to cure your troubles
And if perchance you would allow,
A healing she would render.
O! Harried , weary seekers!
Rest easy in her care!
For she may cure your troubles
“There must be thousands of girls sitting alone like me dreaming about becoming a movie star.
But I’m not going to worry about them, because I’m dreaming the hardest.”– M.M.
from The Bombshell Manual of Style
by Laren Stover, Ruben Toledo
