The Wicker Baskets
The Wicker baskets
Rooster crackled, fresh new day!
Sun arose planting gentle kiss
on the Earth's fore-head....
A cottage in the woods stood elegant
Lilted the cool breeze outside so pleasant!
Woke her child this mother, filled with zest
A long embroidered green skirt ,
made of flax this mother had draped...
Adorned her neck, chains of coloured beads and stones
Dusky beauty she was tall and fabulous
lovely eyes and headgear made her look more gorgeous
Her little child of six opened her tiny eyes
Sprang up from the bed and
hugged her mother with warmth
Packed with tubers ,fruits ,water and sharpened sickle
they set deep into the woods in search of willows best
Mother guided, child diligently obeyed ....who in her mother, saw the Queen of the woods!
After hours of toil best quality reeds selected
brought them back home and put to dry in shade
From the already dried heap of weeks before
both set to work displaying their skill at best....
with secateurs and knives and best willows,
nimble fingers played designs best of both
stakes best aligned and the perfect slath followed...Weaving at its best continued...
Expertise Mother taught, the child followed....
By the fall of evening, ten attractive baskets
with well bent handles were all ready for sale,
at a fair in the neighbouring village.....
Smile of satisfaction on both faces lit
Mother thanked and hugged her child
Cuddled and kissed her while she said...
With little bucks we make I 'll buy......
new velvet cloth with glittering mirrors
and stitch for my princess ,
a new birthday dress!!
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
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