Ivory shard forged into a curve, torn
from contours of my heart, the crescent
moon limns a cerulean dark sky. Inviolate. Like
Li Po I reach out, splash into cold,
dark water. Pale buttercream shimmer
is broken and re-broken, made
malleable by my wild threshing,
by undulations of ebb and flow that
empty into the stilled night. I
watch the canoe rock down the river into
the chasmal maw of open sea. Granite
headland, imprisoned moonlight in its flecks
of quartz, glances my way. Mantled
in cold and kelp, I turn.
Jasmeen Griffin
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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.
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