The Weaver

The Weaver

A Poem by peter Charlesworth

The weaver

 

09 February 2023

10:53

 

 

         

                                  Hand Loom Weaver

 

The loom is set the warp from front to back

In colours single or in many

Tight they are like timelines to fill until infinity

Through the heddles to make the shed

Where shuttle dart pulling thread

East to West and Back

Each run is beaten in

Adding to what is ready written

 

Like a diary or story tell

On the never ending page

That makes the fabric

Of the weavers time

Heddles change

Clattery Clat

Shuttle in silent flight

 

Clattery Clat

So goes the weavers day

Clattery Clat

Cattery Clat

No sound may be heard

Read my lips

The weaver say

 

Writing time

In colour

Or in texture

Clattery Clat

No spoken words

Reading lips

Clattery Clat

 

© 2024 peter Charlesworth


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You portray weavers as craftsmen who do not speak.. the only sound one hears is the clattery clat, the sound of the weaving machine... personally I have seen many weavers all over the world and yes the are very focused on their craft....
Warmly, B

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

peter Charlesworth

9 Months Ago

Thank you BettyHave you ever been in an industrial weaving shed with 50 to 100 looms going clattery .. read more
Betty Hermelee

9 Months Ago

yes, in S.E Asia, many countries with weaving factories...
Warmly, B

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peter Charlesworth
peter Charlesworth

Carlisle, N West, United Kingdom



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