Zulu Muse and Her Woven Basket

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