By Morgan Songi
in the middle of the rotating stars
strange sounds a fog falling past you
Hannah is heard crying out for her baby
when it snows no snow touches his grave
strange sounds a fog falling past you
dim lantern-like light floating in the darkness
when it snows no snow touches his grave
at night the young woman stands in the cold
when it snows no snow touches his grave
Hannah is heard crying out for her baby
at night the young woman stands in the cold
in the middle of the rotating stars
Coyright Songi 2022
Morgan Songi 's nonfiction, short stories, essays and poetry have been published in literary journals in the US and Canada. As a genealogy librarian in the Denver Public Library, she traced her Chippewa French-voyageur ancestry back seven generations to the Chippewa head man Gajibiash. She lives in Oregon where she's a member of Willamette Writers, Oregon Writer's Colony, WORDOS and ROOS writing groups. She's an enrolled member of the Red Cliff Band of Chippewa in northern Wisconsin.
Her writing energy follows in the path of T. Leland Bell. the Anishinaabe artist who advised that, "Like little warriors you go and search for the knowledge. It just takes one person and then you begin to arrange it in a way that is understandable for everybody."
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