Iron-Age poem

I do not usually post my poetry here, but you may have gathered that poetry has been part of my life for a long time, probably just as long as the writing, both taking off in my early teens. loom weight resized

Today I had to photograph a pair of iron-age loom-weights that were found in our garden when some post holes were dug.  Just holding them brings a shiver of inspiration to me, so old, so handled, such a domestic reminder that this place has been inhabited for such a very, very long time.

So today, as my life continues to be battered about by events and my blogging is curtailed somewhat, I give you a poem that was inspired by the finding of these items and, later, the activity of clearing broken branches from the top field.

Shadowing

I am gathering wood in the top field,
my back bent I stoop from twig to twig
wrapped in thick layers against the icy
north-easterly that clips the ridge
and slices down the slope.

The goats have settled further along,
near the place I found the loom-weights.
As I move towards them I step
into a silence, where the wind
skips over my head and sun warms.

Then I see her; shadowing me.
And I know she’s left the baby in the hut
her loom stripped of its thread, her man away.
Shapelessly wrapped, she stoops
her back bent, twig by twig, gathering wood.

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Thanks to Ellen for showing me how to ‘close-up’ the lines – now I’ll know what to do if I post any more poems here

Hope you liked it anyway… do let me know ..  you know I love to hear from you.

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2 thoughts on “Iron-Age poem

  1. Hi Ellen,
    Thank you for the comment about the poem and the advice, I shall try it!
    ps thanks also for alerting me to my ‘moderation box’ problem 🙂

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