poetry – Page 123 – WILDsound Festival

I Wil Hold My Pen To Bed, Poetry by Ibrahim Olalere

I will hold my pen to bed
When the day comes with no words for poetry
I will dream of our infant voices
as mother warns us to quit the dashes
Yet we will run into to the kitchen
Hiding and seeking
Happy and smiling

MY BODY BETRAYS ME and I HIDE FROM DEATH – Poetry Readings By Sarah Patton

I thought it was a great opportunity for my writing to be put into the world. As it should be…not hold up in my desk drawer.