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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required "The Circe Effect" (Part 1) Circe, Goddess of magic, nymph, witch, bold enchantress daughter of Helios, Sun God, her father, can you imagine? ... let me paint you further, the tree of this wacked-out family canvas - daughter of Perse, her mother, wild Oceanid Nymph, spawned not on landmass, but in the vast deep blue deep. Aeetes, her brother hung tight to his Fleece and Pasiphaë, her sister, given in marriage to King Minos of Crete, had a fling with a monstrous White Bull, a gift from Poseidon, ain't that so sweet? she bore a bastard child, the Monataur with a ring in his nose, horns and hoofed feet. Now there was a family of total dysfunction and Circe, poor dear, betrayed for remaining herself, remaining non-function was banished to Aeaea for murdering her husband the Prince of Colchis. There on Aeaea, as revenge, Circe drew out her magic wand - not a sword, transmuted her enemies, all those who offended her into wild beasts, where they were left to circle her mansion and roam to eat swill as their feast. Docile not dangerous, drugged and delerious, these beasts never gored - they were fawned on by all newcomers, who were simply just curious, never bored. These entranced beasts lured newcomers to our girl Circe with a woof and purr. Enter Circe, quite disturbed, in a logical kind of way. “More pets for me!”, she thought, “they will never stray”. These lonely, adventurous vagabonds who ventured into her lair, well, she showered them with all her incantations, but they never heard her words of Love ever there – Circe would finally reveal who she truly was, for you see by now all that pain, all that hurt had converted our dear old Circe into a siren otherworldly, deadly lethal, mysterious, re-birthed; all that ventured into her Kingdom now were captivated by her spells and then promptly, with a wave of her wand, transfigured forevermore as creatures, of her Elysian Fields interred. (Lovejoy-Burton/ Dec 2017)
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