The Weaver

D’Vers Poets
Poetics : Artisans

Kim is our host for this challenge –

“The challenge is to write a poem about an artisan or wright, for example a weaver, thatcher, wheelwright or carpenter, or any other craftsman you can think of. It can be a real person, you or someone you know, or a fictional person. All I ask is that you emulate the form and/or style of one of the Heaney poems.”
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The Weaver
She was a weaver known by all
She’d weave for you a throw, a shawl

The wealthy of the town would pay
Three shillings just so they could say

They wore the finest ever made
By the widow living in the glade

She wove some magic in each one
A spell of peace for everyone

I sat each night upon her knee
As warp and weft she taught to me

But when she died her spell died too
And peace remained for just a few

It was to me the burden fell
To learn to weave, the chaos quell

Now to my God each night I’ve prayed
For mercy, I had disobeyed

Slept when sitting at the loom
And her sweet peace I did foredoom

Winter’s Grip

D’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #24 -whisper
De of WhimsyGizmo has challenged us to ‘whisper’ out a Quadrille this week

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Winter’s Grip
it came in wisp(er)-like
sat in the corner
leaned back, crossed
it’s legs, as if to stay awhile
I covered it with a knitted
afghan but it crept out
from under, crawled
along the floor
gripped my ankles
until Spring knocked on
the door

Collaboration for Peace – 44

Mish and I are back after our holiday hiatus with another collaboration.

This week Mish provided the photo that inspired my words. Hope it inspires you also.

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Photo by Mish

 

Reach Up, Reach Out

I reach up
Spread my arms
To embrace the sky

The sky that looks
Down on every person –
Like and unlike me

Every person receives
Equal share of the day
And the night

The sun and stars
The moon lights the
Corners of darkness

Regardless of color or shape
Weeping or joy
We’re all the same

I reach out
To embrace the world
That the sky looks
Down upon in peace

The Supplicant

In the Imaginary Garden it’s –
Fireblossom Friday : escape to the past
Of the pictures we could choose from for inspiration, this is the one that spoke to me
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They taught me to bow my head
To repeat a penitent’s prayer
Lower my eyes
And quiet my voice
Say no thank you
Yes please
Be seen
Not heard
But no one thought
To teach me
How to live
Without
You