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The Weaver

by ccatherine 

Posted: 22 July 2006
Word Count: 54
Summary: I hope you like this, written whilst listening to the water by the river weaver

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whisper little sister
from your deep dark recess
travel on your journey
from the east and to the west

sing your song eternal
as you wind around the world
you coil and curl round your mother's womb
and voiciferate
your unique tune
as you shimmer in your dark recess
always wearing a different dress.

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Dele Campbell at 07:22 on 24 July 2006  Report this post
Really beautiful.

I am reminded of the river Goddess Oya in Ifa (a Yoruba religion from West Africa) a very female deity with her charismatic attraction and her gifts of fertility.

Love the repitition of 'dark recess', emphasising a supernatural void filled with potential.

Deep and melodic, I love it.

eddieg at 14:00 on 24 July 2006  Report this post
Hiya Catherine
I'm very new to this.
The more times i read this the more i liked it. Sounds like quite a journey.
But had trouble with the last line...it seemed like a contrast to the rest of the journey.

ccatherine at 10:56 on 25 July 2006  Report this post
Dele, E

Thanks so much for your comments. I'm glad that you like the poem.

Dele, it is great that you picked up on the supernatural nature of the natural (if that makes sense)

E, in philosophy there is the belief that as water is constantly moving and changing, one can never stand in the same river twice and it is this that I was thinking when I wrote the last line. At that level I think it works. Let me know what you think.


eddieg at 13:38 on 25 July 2006  Report this post
hi catherine.
yes i see now.... The more i read this poem the more the more i love it. it is very intriguing.

paul53 [for I am he] at 08:29 on 31 July 2006  Report this post
Hi Catherine,
This poem is full of potential, and has set me off on many tangents.
Might I first say that I enjoyed getting my head around
the supernatural nature of the natural
which should be the subject for meditation AND the next Flash Poetry exercise.
I was wondering about the first dark recess, thinking if "fathomless" might replace "deep and dark"? When we get to dark recess in the final stanza, we recall it was fathomless, and now it is dark. Most mysteries are dark, but not in the sense of evil but that of obscure.
The "fathomless" came to mind from Thoreau measuring the depth of Walden's bottomless pond and giving it an exact scientific measurement. The Age of Science dawned, but the mystery of its unmeasured depth had been more poetic and beguiling.

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