A Sonnet for Castalia
Achelous’ daughter dove into a well
To escape Apollo’s unremitting lust
She preferred the water to Apollo’s hell,
And became a mystic source whom all could trust.
At Delphi stands this spring where visions flow,
Where muses all their inspirations find;
It’s called Castalia, as most artists know,
One sips her magic waves to fuel one’s mind.
When Milton drank the waters from her spring,
It was on Mount Parnassus that he crossed;
He sought the inspiration she would bring,
Then penned his epic poem of “Paradise Lost.”
Oh the many tales that I could tell
With just one drop of water from her well!