Monday, May 11, 2009

Poem #18 Thirty Poems in Thirty Days

The Basket Maker

Beside a stream
you find your black ash tree
Ten foot butt
twelve inches girth
Too wide to touch
No knots to blemish
a year’s growth

You pound
with an ax handle
ten days
eight hours a day

The black ash
Some rings
plump on winter snow
Some rings
joined to last year

With a drawknife
you cut away
the bad
Sort splints
by thickness
A coarse earlywood
satin latewood layer
Two textures
back and forth
between your palms

In the barn
you weave
Holding a basket
with your thighs

Linda © 2009
NaPoWriMo: 30 Poems in 30 days.

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