Hello dVerse Poets and welcome to Tuesday Poetics, hosted this week by me, Kim. You can find me on Writing in North Norfolk.
As some of you may already know, I love the work of the Irish poet Seamus Heaney, who sadly passed away on 30th August 2013. I would like to inspire you with two of his poems.
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The first is a poem about Heaney’s father, who was a ploughman:
My father worked with a horse-plough,
His shoulders globed like a full sail strung
Between the shafts and the furrow.
The horse strained at his clicking tongue.
An expert. He would set the wing
And fit the bright steel-pointed sock.
The sod rolled over without breaking.
At the headrig, with a single pluck
Of reins, the sweating team turned round
And back into the land. His eye
Narrowed and angled at the ground,
Mapping the furrow exactly.
I stumbled in his hob-nailed wake,
Fell sometimes on the polished sod;
Sometimes he rode me on his back
Dipping and rising to his plod.
I wanted to grow up and plough,
To close one eye, stiffen my arm.
All I ever did was follow
In his broad shadow round the farm.
I was a nuisance, tripping, falling,
Yapping always. But today
It is my father who keeps stumbling
Behind me, and will not go away.
The subject of the second poem is something I know a little about, as my husband is scaffolding charge hand and inspector, as well as health and safety rep, at an on-shore gas terminal.
Masons, when they start upon a building,
Are careful to test out the scaffolding;
Make sure that planks won’t slip at busy points,
Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.
And yet all this comes down when the job’s done
Showing off walls of sure and solid stone.
So if, my dear, there sometimes seem to be
Old bridges breaking between you and me
Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall
Confident that we have built our wall.
For more on Seamus Heaney: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/seamus-heaney#poet
The challenge is to write a poem about an artisan or wright, for example a weaver, thatcher, wheelwright or carpenter, or any other craftsman you can think of. It can be a real person, you or someone you know, or a fictional person. All I ask is that you emulate the form and/or style of one of the Heaney poems.
If you are new, here’s how to join in:
- Write a poem in response to the challenge;
- Enter a link directly to your poem and your name by clicking Mr Linky below;
- There you will find links to other poets, and more will join so check back to see more poems;
- Read and comment on other poet’s work, we all come here to have our poems read;
- Please link back to dVerse from your site/blog;
- Comment and participate in our discussion below, if you like. We are a friendly bunch of poets.
- Have fun.
I look forward to reading about your artisans.
Hello all you wonderful dVerse poets and welcome to Tuesday Poetics. The bar is now open: please place your orders for artisan beverages and we’ll see what we can do.
I’m not a drinker, but when I lived in Germany I really enjoyed fruit beer. It is also served in Norwich at a tavern called The Belgian Monk. When we went to Poland, I tried some delicious beer and my daughter sent my husband some chocolate beer for Christmas. What types of unusual alcohol do you enjoy?
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Unusual alcohol outside Sweden is probably glögg… our own mulled wine… but the season is mostly Christmas…
I quite like that too!
Ginger tumeric vanilla tea for me, please, Kim. With almond milk.
My kind of gal!
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
What a wonderful prompt… myself I’m wordsmith.
Me, three. 🙂
My personal experience with this one is only watching my son cook and bake (he is chef and loves to work with his hands) ~ I appreciate the poems very much too ~
Thanks for hosting Kim ~
I enjoy it so much – nothing to thank me for, Grace!
paul scribbles said:
Well this is a prompt to challenge for sure. I’ll get to it. Thanks Kim.
I’m looking forward to reading yours, Paul!
Glen, I cannot comment on your blog, there is an anti-robot ‘feature’ that my old device cannot comprehend. (or, I’m a robot). Anyway, what I would say there is this: Glen, your understanding is deep, the cheap online wood can never compare to the piece you selected and carried.
For me it is wood, and words, gardening, sewing. The smell of different woods as they are worked surprised me most when I finally ventured away from pine
For booze, I like prize old ale, sammiclaus, thos hardys ale, Sam smith oatmeal stout. Certain single malts on rare occasions. But mead is my favorite by far.
I SO want to like ale, or anything “malt.” The names alone are poetry…honey stout, amber bock, redhead gold…
But I just don’t like the taste. Never have. Give me a good Malbec or Tempranillo, any day. 😉
I only have a sip – I’m not keen on alcohol.
I have never tasted mead, Eric, but from what I’ve heard, it sounds delicious. David, my husband, was recently given a bottle of Adnams Ghost Ship pale ale, of which I had a little taste and can honestly say it tasted like honey.
I prefer the sweeter meads, the honey flavor when lacking sweetness can be very strange indeed, but a skilled mead maker can do it in a delightful way.
I’ll see if they’ve got any at our local the next time we go.
See? “Ghost Ship pale ale” — poetry. I want to name beers for a living.
De, you’d make a fortune naming beer over here!
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What lovely poems by Seamus Heaney (I’m a big fan too).
I’m really unskilled at anything ‘crafty’ – I’ve just never been good with my hands, even my knitting looked a little random. So I think my artisan skill would have to be drinking artisan beer…
Or brewing it!
Not skilled enough for that, I don’t think. I’d probably make something explode!
I usually don’t drink, but I would pick whatever dark beer was available.
Nice prompt and examples using Heaney’s writing. I’ll try to write one following the second example which I hear as iambic pentameter couplets.
I’ll be over to read!
It’s my bedtime, so I’ll say goodnight but will be back in the morning to read some more dVerse artisan poems.
See you tommorrow Kim ~
Thank you, Grace. I’ve just finished catching up on reading and commenting before I go off to Bounce and Rhyme with mothers, babies and toddlers!
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Dr. Crystal Howe said:
Thank you, Kim! At first I thought, great prompt, but what will I write? Well, you mentioned a weaver, and I remembered the first weaver I ever met. 🙂
Thanks for joining us ~ Will be over to read ~
I’ve just finished reading and commenting for this morning – your poem has set me up for the day, Crystal.
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This stirred up some sweet memories. Thanks, Kim. ❤
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So — a day late — Just catching up. Hope folks will still drop in….I’m with Bjorn on the unusual drink — Swedish glogg at Christmas. I also in times past have brewed up and heated wassail at Christmas. A delicious alcoholic drink when it’s cold outside. Much of the “punch” of the alcohol is “cooked” out when it sits simmering on the stove — but it is delicious! 🙂
Well, this was quite a challenge for me. I took the “formulate” after one of these two Seamus Heaney poems quite literally — as you’ll see. I am a knitter….although the poem can be about me…I didn’t have me in mind when I wrote it….rather some kindly grandmum knitting for her grandchildren — and then, when it was done, realized, that’s what I do and the positive attitude of the poem is me too. So — maybe subconsciously I was writing about me? Oh well…….not my best here but I sure tried 🙂
Happy Wednesday everyone!
Hi Lillian! Happy Wednesday to you! I will have to read your poem in the morning as we now have a date for Mum’s funeral and I’m trying to find flowers from David, Ellen, her husband and me. I’ve also been out all day for one thing and another. I promise it’ll be the first thing I do when I get up – I’m looking forward to reading your knitting poem. Kim xxx
Oh my goodness, Kim. Not to worry. First things first and second and third!! Take care of yourself and family. Sending prayers to you and yours for your mum’s final journey.
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