Poetry | The Weaver’s Loom


© 2015 Vernon Miles Kerr

The weaver’s loom,

The weaver’s loom.

Threads of color,

Warp and woof.

Shuttle flying left and right

Beater slamming , through the night.



Lady Liberty on the bench

Kicking the treadles

Like organ pedals.

With nimble hands,

She plucks the falling strands

Out of the air, tying them in,

Nimbly catching them as they come,

Tying them in without a thought.


Dare no one judge the finished cloth.

Its mottled gradient is her diary,

She recites every line, every thread.

She loves it as a child.

While others mock, she caresses the folds,

Then turns again to her labor of love,

Plucking at the floating strands.

Tying them in. Tying them in.

The beater, slamming once again.




2 thoughts on “Poetry | The Weaver’s Loom

    1. Good point. I know it’s harder for Kiwis since your society was largely only bi-cultural for so many years. We have always been such a melange from the earliest days. Native Americans Dutch, English, Africans, Germans, Irish, Italians, Polish, Norwegian, Swedes, on and on. And of course, there are now the H1 Visa People in Tech, from India, Pakistan and Bangladesh. Makes for some good, authentic ethnic restaurants. 🙂

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