The Weaver Poets of the LoomA Poem by Tomás Ó CárthaighPoem about the Weaver Poets who wrote of the world around them as they worked. In Ireland, which is the focus of the poem, they were concentrated in the Ulster / North Leinster area, where the Scots had settled, though the wider movement is seen as beeAh, says he, to work I aught By loom to sit and weave some cloth And any poetic ideas passing he sought While in his room The weaver poet on paper caught That was by his loom. For him each was a part Each as dear to him in his heart Loom to weave, paper on which to impart Ideas of his day Or to vent his angst to start His grievance to say. And upon the Sabbath morn He left loom and paper and flax, best clothes did adorn To worship God and hear preacher warn Of sin deviously lurking To strike and tempt the sinner shorn By drunkenness from working. © 2009 Tomás Ó CárthaighReviews
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7 Reviews Added on September 26, 2009 Last Updated on September 26, 2009 AuthorTomás Ó CárthaighRenmore, Galway, Ireland, An Roinne Mór, Gallaimh, Eire, IrelandAboutTen years on this site... a quick decade, and an age in another way... Flanagan and the Lampost The Novena, some Drama and Midge Ure in Galway Fiddling at Longford Donkey Innovat.. more..Writing
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