With a body of curves, like no other, a true image of the magnificent, celestial mother.
And flowing as a spring with infinite roar, yet one small detail one could not ignore.
Her hair was a torrent, a weathering storm, scattering birds, attracting lightning; a whirlpool in form.
This visage, this appearance, so strange, so bizarre; face of spinning waters, as brilliant as stars.
Falling in love with her, into her flows, where everyone knows where the torrid passion goes.
In drowning descent, never returning from the throes, Land of Sleep, a beast awaits; the awful Kro-nos.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
With a body of curves, like no other, a true image of the magnificent, celestial mother.
And flowing as a spring with infinite roar, yet one small detail one could not ignore.
Her hair was a torrent, a weathering storm, scattering birds, attracting lightning; a whirlpool in form.
This visage, this appearance, so strange, so bizarre; face of spinning waters, as brilliant as stars.
Falling in love with her, into her flows, where everyone knows where the torrid passion goes.
In drowning descent, never returning from the throes, Land of Sleep, a beast awaits; the awful Kro-nos.
Charybdis is the whirlpool that descends to the underworld. She is the source of the word Caribbean. This is metered poetry. I believe Charybdis is in fact all the oceans around the Eurasian landmass, swirling as a gigantic whirlpool that in ancient times would bring any ship down whom ventured to stay at sea too long.
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