Gong, gong goes the bell
Of the lousy, noisy town crier:
There’s going to be a fashion parade
A beauty contest at the village square
The qualification
Easy to meet
A dazzling damsel
Tarmac-ed with wizened hide
Pitched with gnarled vocal cord
Must be a friend of showy Hezekiah
And close associate of vaunting Xerxes
Ready to divest herself
Of her humble garment
To feed the eyes of the world
With her naked beauty
When opportunity
Comes stumble-knocking

Hers, a wavy hair
Meandering like crooked path
Beckoning fringe
Waving down her customer
And enticing face
Lighted up with heavy cosmetics
Her figure
Like eight,
Under sinking neckline
Above skimpy denim skirt,
Like vulture
Devours the wanton
With rapture
The wanton
Until lured
And lost
No covenant with the eyes
To let lying lust lie

Abiodun Soretire

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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