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