A Woman in Her Prime

She knows the law

But broke the love

Into unfixable pieces

With those mean words

In the month of September

In an ember temper

I guess I vividly remember


I could feel it,

The world was crumbling

Crumbling and tumbling

From the tallest height

Different persons

Different lessons

Various seasons

But same lame reasons


I remember, she said to me:

You are the best man for my sex

But her words turned out to be

A vicious quest in its best

A truthful lie in disguise



I realised

That a woman in her prime

Has a liberty in crime

Basit Olatunji

About Ijagun Poetry Journal

Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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