Sister Basket
Sister Basket
For Tahirih – Poetess
My sister made me a basket
Woven in a rainbow garden
Where petals soft and warm
Didn’t want to fade in the sun.
She could enchant any carpet snake
Yellow or black
They’re still swaying to her music’s tack
Forward and back, forward and back.
Light sang of colours woven into a spirit kite
Skimming the river of rainbow sisters everywhere.
Her basket of poetry was tossed
Into the centre of the sun
There it burnt strong and true
Until red flames became blue.
The Faith in her basket
Said “Send me to the sky
I’ll come back like a Phoenix just you wait”
She danced around a square and found
She couldn’t really fit.
She found a circle and could not
Disappear.
But nine doors of a temple opened out
And she found a basket woven in a daisy,
Wrapped in a rose.
It was no time to pose
No time to fade in the sun.
She sang a song that spiralled out
Into her rainbow garden
Left petals soft and warm
On the path that she first laid there.
(c) words and image all rights reserved gumbootspearlz
Using Kerry’s prompt
http://www.squidoo.com/lemuriancrossroads
If you want to know who Tahirih was try these links- she was an awesome poetess and historical figure.
http://www.tahirih.org/tahirih/about/tahirih.html
More of June’s Work can be found at World Citizen Dreaming
This is so beautiful – the images, the colors, the poetry, the feeling – I will have to re-read it a few times for the sheer delight! Good onya!
Kerry
June 25, 2008 at 11:27 am
Delightful piece.
Vi
woodnymph
June 25, 2008 at 1:48 pm
so inviting actually–I had to explore the proffered links
excellent
Raven
June 28, 2008 at 1:15 am
Lovely dancing words – so colourful.
Jill
July 13, 2008 at 3:48 pm
I did not realise that I had missed telling you what a magnificent image this is and how the verse sings to me. Sigh! It makes me want to gather up baskets, fill them with hopes and lie them at the crossroads.
Heather Blakey
October 8, 2008 at 7:18 am