A black poetry blog.
I dedicate it to the loving memory of my late paternal grandmother; Mrs Símbì Aiyédùn ( Lówú ).
The poems here are composed by an upcoming poet in person of OLÁNIHÚN OPÉYEMÍ JOE.
Friday, 12 August 2011
In The Cradle
Lying sprawled
From P.G.A hall
In O.A.U
Is the cradle...
Like oil painting glossy
The sky vaunting foggy
The rest is green, deep
Like a lulling, to sleep.
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