Theme Of Loneliness In The Odyssey

Bitter Loneliness, Sweet, Sweet Revenge
She watched the boat drift away, the happiness she felt for the past year ebbing from her mentally and physically. She stared at the vast expanse of blue in front of her, nothing but water, not a boat or ship in sight. Circe sat there for hours, first angry at Odysseus, then angry at herself, but then a feeling of numbness took over afterwards, as if she could not feel, as she tried to process her loneliness after a year of constant company. Circe was alone, again. She was a fool, she thought, to think that a mere mortal like Odysseus would understand her, that he would have the depth to understand her enough to stay.
Circe wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but after a while, she could not take it
“How could a mere mortal resist ME? A goddess, a tempting, alluring, immortal!” With thoughts like this, Circe tormented herself as she paced the length of the island. When the sun started to set, heartbroken and devastated Circe went back to the warmth of her lair. But no amount of warmth in the air now mattered. No amount of warmth she felt now would be as comforting, as wonderful as the warmth of Odysseus’s body next to her, as warm as a fireplace on a cold snowy day as the wind howls outside and the trees tremble in fear of the mighty wrath that the god of wind, Aeolus has unleashed, as the land gets slowly covered in white and the beautiful, luscious grass, gasps for air while the ruthless snow suffocates the life
As she stared out at the sea one day, she saw a boat. She blinked. Looking again, she knew her eyes had not deceived her. Circe stood up and walked towards the shore. Squinting, she saw men on the boat, waving to her. She did not even have to try as hard as any mortal woman. Men just flocked to the incandescent immortal goddess Circe. As they set their course for her island, she looked at the captain of the boat. Circe smiled, her dark, mysterious brown eyes lighting with a shrewd light. She noticed he did not resemble Odysseus at all. Odysseus had gleaming eyes like a fox stalking its prey, pacing silently, waiting for the right moment to pounce. Yet at the same time, Odysseus had a fatal hubris about him- it was in his aura, she had noticed. The captain of this ship looked sheepish, almost...Circe cackled. She knew what she was going to turn his men into now. She waited patiently for the men to reach her island. Years of planning had led her to this moment. As they neared her island, the beautiful Circe put on a dazzling smile, one that could blind tens of thousands of mortals, a smile whose radiance could compete with that of the