Nin: The Weaver’s Beam

Note: Another Ogham-inspired poem

(Did you hear? Did you know?
Can I tell you, tell you?)

Ash — the weaver’s beam
and ash — the spear’s shaft
ash — the hearth’s leavings
and ash, the burnt home

the weights pulling wool
taut as wizened hands
move between spaces —
words keep the rhythm

(Can I tell you, tell you?
Did you know? Did you hear?)

words the weft and words
the woof and words the
shuttle that binds them —
ash — the weaver’s beam

we beat our words, tweed
pulling together the threads
with each shared blow as
we sing the old songs

(Did you know? Did you hear?
Can I tell you, tell you?)

And words the weapon
the wreckage, the wound
blade pressed to the back
and ash — the spear’s shaft

we beat them, tearing
asunder the flesh
in strands, in sinew
and sing out our hate

(Can I tell you, tell you?
Did you hear? Did you know?)

the weights pulling wool —
The work makes hands wise.
Silence, we shuttle.
We speak more than words.

Ash — the hearth’s leavings
and ash, the burnt home
and ash, the spear’s shaft
ash — the weaver’s beam

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About whitecatgrove

The musings of a Druid priestess, singer, poet and musician in Upstate New York.
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