Saturday, April 4, 2026

heddles pedals and shuttles



My poem has nothing to do with flowers in a Mason jar.
It's about weaving!
However, when I think of weaving I immediately am focused on colors and textures,
all of which are bursting from the above container.


yesterday I was a weaver


heddles pedals and shuttles

the rhythm of weaving words

I return to my loom again

and listen to the clickety clack


of heddles pedals and shuttles


the warp is complete 

a job not favored by most

but lost in the repetition

of warp is the weft

the best collective of whatever 

I choose


for my heddles pedals and shuttles


the bobbins are wound

the loom speaks its sounds 

I begin my journey of threads

in out skipping missing

the freestyle weaving I flaunt


with my heddles pedals and shuttles


the project took hours

the traveling was miles 

I brought it home yesterday

from Her Studio

where spools line the walls

and fill the drawers waiting


for heddles pedals and shuttles





joanconnor

04.3.2026


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