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THE WICKER BASKET

she was born in the black hills
in a small cabin
her mama placed her lovingly
in a small wicker basket
she kicked her feet
screamed on the top of her lungs
and cooed for her mama
whose voice lulled her to sleep

as a small child
her mama taught her the songs of the black hills
and she played the spoons
while her mama played the fiddle
she learned all the supersitions
her mama gave her amber beads
to wear around her neck
to protect her against illness
she knew never to place a hat on a bed
as it was bad luck
she carried an acorn with her to bring luck
and ensure her a long life
she knew if she saw a white moth in the house
it meant death

as she grew she yearned to learn
more about life and love
as a teenager she made love for the first time
in the woods under a huge elm tree
with a back woods boy
she felt his hot body
her head started to swim
her legs wrapped around him
and when it was over she wept

one day she decided it was time to leave
took a small suitcase with the few clothes she owned
setting off to follow a rainbow
her black hills ways followed her
she met many men on her travels
finally met the love of her life and settled down
she was pregnant when he said goodbye

when the time came for her child to be born
she went home to the black hills
gave birth in her mama’s house
placed her daughter in the wicker basket
the baby kicked her feet
screamed on the top of her lungs
and cooed for her mama
whose voice lulled her to sleep

she never again left the black hills
the city left her empty and disappointed
she remembered all the men and their promises
then she remembered the back woods boy
who made love to her under the huge elm tree
and how hot his body was and couldn’t remember
why she never wanted to see him again
she taught her daughter all the lessons of the black hills
hung a horseshoe over her bedroom door
so her child would not have any nightmares

she grew old and when she died in the black hills
before she was placed in her wooden coffin her daughter lovingly
placed a new pair of shoes on her feet for her long journey

THE WICKER BASKET

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Comments

  • Lisa  Jewell
    Lisa Jewellabout 5 years ago

    I had zillions of goosebumps reading this piece……what a journey…makes me wonder if we really all do go full circle…

    And thank you so much for reminding me of a piece I wrote sometime ago here it just gave me a smile to go with the goosebumps you gave me.

    Much love
    Lisa xxxx

  • Nascha
    Naschaabout 5 years ago

    I love this Sally. The simple life is always the best and I think we do come full circle. I know it will always call me back. xxxx

  • raymondoantonio
    raymondoantonioabout 5 years ago

    BELLISSIMO!!! A BEAUTIFUL WORK OF WORD ART AND HEART!!!!! XX

  • Valerie Anne Kelly
    Valerie Anne K...about 5 years ago

    Aww sooOO beautiful sweetheART goose-bumps again ;} happy hippy hugglez

  • Leon A.  Walker
    Leon A. Walkerabout 5 years ago

    Excellent work Sally!!! A very vivid tale!!!

  • linaji
    linajiabout 5 years ago

    Gosh Sally.. where do you KNOW ALL THIS ??? Your so full of story it is like you were a born story teller.. like in the times you would be the bard going round to all of the villiages.. you are AAAAAAAAAMAZING!! LOVING YOU.. LOVING THIS PIECE!

  • Jonice
    Joniceabout 5 years ago

    Lovely work Sally!

  • kevinmawson
    kevinmawsonabout 5 years ago

    Yep you were born the Story teller, Simply amazing my friend!

    km.

  • MaryK
    MaryKabout 5 years ago

    AWESOME!

  • Gregory John O'Flaherty
    Gregory John O...about 5 years ago

    :’-( Sad one Sally. Nice read though

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