Blue Heron

The blue heron stands
Quiet as a stealth bomber
His jubilant croak
The ripples
A silver wriggle
Held fast in his beak
Giraffe neck
In supple grace
The silver line curls into a
Downward lump
Into the curve of the gunmetal heron
Wispy feathers floating
A granite sky, clouds speckled
By a spectral winter sun
The somber river
By bugling satiation
Of a visceral
Blue heron
The way

Jasmeen Griffin

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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