Her Voice Awaken the Moon
yon full-throat’d weaver –
she comes home, thither!
again & again
oh, by the shores of my niger
& she comes, singing
like the griot of my old clan –
again & again
she vibrates her clan-famous tunes
with her eden’s golden voice
softly high & loudly calm
by these niger chambers –
& the weaver sings, again!
with her retinue of songs
& her voice awaken the moon.
Copyright © Canny Amah | Year Posted 2017
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