Ode To Arachne

Lustrous black hangs over pale skin Gleaming green under deities sight Wheeling toes transfer lanolin Watchers skill shadows this neophyte Who's damning dexterity draws in The old woman watching weaving Whispering advice to halt spokes But fibrous boasts offend mountain War horns sound an electric warning Arachne's eyes roll with faster strokes Athena whets sharp javelin Circling pressure spills lymphocyte An emerald eyed grimalkin Issuing challenge instead of a fight To save face in front of kin Anxiously she begins fabricating Charring wood, wisping smoke Arachne remembers old sin Clean fingers start recording Twenty one episodes to provoke Woven lust impregnates linen Details capture birthright Divine lashes flicker, flecking venin Mortal legs levitate, threads snap and choke Defiant victory from the coffin Punished and reborn with aconite To appease her guilt for relaxed reign Arachne is transformed and hanging Always spinning; a masterstroke