Goddess of Wisdom
In the heavenly arena,
Weaver of skill
That none could match
The beauty of her weaving.
But a young mortal maid, Arachne,
Showed weaving of matching beauty.
So enraged by this travesty
Of equally beautiful tapestry,
Athena, no longer able to abide her
Turned her into a spider*
Whose webs of splendor
She yet does render.
I know this to be true, for one day
Arachne, sitting besider
Did thus confide her
Before scaring Miss Muffet away.
* Spider, of the order Arachnid, having
8 legs; weaver of magnificent webs.
Copyright © Stanley Ohlswager | Year Posted 2017