Call me Arachne. What? Do you not like what you see? Am I so unsightly, that you stand repulsed? It is as it should be, then, for those that contend with the Gods. Whether they win or not.
I knew my weaving supreme on earth and in heaven. When Athene herself could not surpass me on the loom, she made my gift my destiny. Spindley and small, yet I possess such strength as you cannot imagine. (Although you have tried many times, as all those Spider-man movies can attest. Seriously, just how many more do you intend to produce?) And of all the weavers of the world, who can surpass mine in beauty and might?
Yes, I may not capture you with my beauty. But I may yet capture you with the beauty I fashion. Perhaps that is triumph enough.
rain-glistened strands tremble
What use is education
without a growth in wisdom?
dVerse Poets’ Poetics: Beauty in Ugliness (pubtended by Mish)