& Laughter-Songs
'twas this sun, our noble hunter -
who gave the roar of his hoarse voice
couching before our queen, the moon
couching with many rays of songs!
& his sharp eyes did like some prodigals
beckon the benevolence of a rustic mistress -
o, late came the regency laughters like bells
ringing deeply into the ears of niger damsels;
nature suffocates as creation suffers disasters -
are the deeper palaces of my niger goddess
now a tumult of a myriad of our sun-burnt stars
lingering with some fears, tears & laughter-songs?
Copyright © Canny Amah | Year Posted 2010
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