POETRY WEDNESDAY - THE WEAVER

“Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!” - Sir Walter Scott

I wrote this poem a very long time ago and found it by chance a few days ago.

The Old Woman Weaving

The old woman sits weaving
And weaving, and weaving…
The shuttle flies
The woven cloth lengthens.

Multicoloured yarns,
Endless designs.
And the old woman weaves,
And weaves, and weaves…

The cloth is wound up,
As the shuttle flies.
The loom sings,
The loom cries, tak, tak, tak…

And it weaves on,
Using the yarn until it ends,
Or until it’s cut,
It gets woven.

Decorations, variations,
Improvised designs, easy and difficult,
A myriad of colours
A thousand of threads.

And yet the old crone refuses to weave
Into my life’s cloth, your own yarn.