Zulu Muse And Her Woven Basket

Written by: Joseph Osita

Under a thatch of welded grasses
Beneath the sentry trees and singing birds
A seven decade muse sits on a naked earth
Drunk by the tunes of choir birds
Creativity invades her weary veins
As she strokes the grassy strips
Expertise emits from her ridged visage
Her keen eyes chant the incantation of creativity
While busy fingers turn imagination into reality
Crosswise strips respect their given orders
As they conjugate the lengthwise ones
The perfect union of strips delivers a woven basket
She smiled and picks another

 Note: Zulu is a tribe in South Africa.
Their women are very skilled in weaving basket
Written by: Joseph Osita
For Nette's contest:” Anything handmade