The Key

I am defied daily
The room will not yield to me
Do the storehouse not present,
Present a key to turn
The fulfilling knob of words?

I dream a god
Yet I stand not yet as one

When pages demand a still
The tap of revealed muse
Need but wait

Finland’s invention comes to rescue
Such as thrust the key
The knob goes as forged

Refreshment beckons
For the faucet’s come alive

Here comes the stare again . . .

When will I ever truly
Ever truly own a key?

Kehinde Sofoluwe

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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