A weaver, when she has prepared her loom,
Lifts and depresses threads using a comb,
A rigid heddle to help create a gap
And stop the cloth collapsing in her lap.
She knots and loops a rainbow of design
With different wools and silks, both thick and fine,
Depending on the outcome of it all:
A rug, a tapestry, a scarf or shawl.
Shifting the poetic shuttle with fingers deft,
We gather rhythmic warp and pick up the weft.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
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Today I am hosting Tuesday Poetics at the dVerse Poets Pub, for which I chose as inspiration two poems by the Irish poet Seamus Heaney. The challenge is to write a poem about an artisan or wright, for example a weaver, thatcher, wheelwright or carpenter, or any other craftsman we can think of. It can be a real person or a fictional person, but we must emulate the form and/or style of one of the Heaney poems.
I have emulated the second poem, ‘Scaffolding’ in my own version about weaving.
Masons, when they start upon a building,
Are careful to test out the scaffolding;
Make sure that planks won’t slip at busy points,
Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.
And yet all this comes down when the job’s done
Showing off walls of sure and solid stone.
So if, my dear, there sometimes seem to be
Old bridges breaking between you and me
Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall
Confident that we have built our wall.
By Seamus Heaney