Saturday, 30 May 2009


Arachne weaved a finer thread
Than any girl before or since,
Diaphanous folds above her head
Cascading down in golden tints 
Like magic at her fingertips 
That would in any man inspire 
To press with passion on the lips 
The one enwrapped within its fire. 
To pass beneath the veil and find 
A harness to her pleasure’s will 
And parting sensuous legs entwined. 
At heaven’s gate to drink their fill. 
But Athena turned her love to hate 
The flowing gold to silver light 
The web of lust became a bait 
That led the trapped into the night. 
A butterfly who passed before 
Did smile that he had come too late 
And on he fluttered to the shore 
Beside the eucalyptus tree to mate.


The image is "Lesbia" (1887) by the British painter John Reinhard Weguelin (1849-1927).

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