Hidden beneath the surface
The vegetation burrows through the milieu
Absorbing what it needs
To produce the fruit
That spumes towards the sky
In ashen plumes
With hues of the sun
Setting below the horizon
Intently autumnal
Before the bleak hibernal din
Decimates all that thrives above
That which lies beneath.
Anthony Ward
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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.