Today's theme for Poetry Monday is Basket.
Poetry Monday is a challenge, normally hosted by Diane at On the Border.
But from Monday, January 8, 2024, Messymimi
and I have conspired to keep the chair
warm for her, as she's taking a break due to
health issues. We will each set the topics for one month, I began with
January, Mimi is suppying for February, and so on until Diane returns.
This is some kind of rhyming, not-quite-haiku string.
My basket.
On my way to town.
Basket filled with empty bottles
Ditch deposit.
Going home again.
Basket filled with things for living
and for giving
Going to the woods.
Basket filled with bread and candy
Books all handy.
Going home again
Baskets filled with pretty toadstools
Dyers' tools.
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Next Monday's topic: Toes
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I like this, it has a lovely rhythm. Your basket does so much.
SvarSletThanks ... freed from Spam-improsonment.
SletThat's a nice basket poem. I used to love baskets, but never carried one, not a woven one anyway. I do have plastic laundry basket and a tiny plastic one for the pegs.
SvarSletI still love baskets, and I have a wonderful, colourful one - maybe an antidote to Sunday's Graphite black.
SletLaundry baskets are , I think, ubiquitous, but our pegs are in a big pouch to be carried around the neck - we have lots and lots of pegs.