Canny Amah Poet I do not know?

Her Cyclic Maidens

a poem
pestering a mind to post
& this inside is like hills
on volcanic reactions
or the tremulous voices
of nine masquerades
from the nine villages 
of one clan - 
tumultuous
quivering 
fearfully appeasing
headed for a fiery fire
kindled by unseen
ancestors
hidden by these roots
the roots of my blood
the blood of my flesh
the flesh of my clan
anchored by niger
& her cyclic maidens

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Carol Sunshine Brown May 21, 2012 at 2:35 PM It was a pleasure to read your poetry this Monday afternoon Canny. I wish you much inspiration that you may continue with your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Have a wonderful fun loving week and keep the old pen flowing. Love, Carol