Pastoral Poetry


Dear candlelight
Dance for me, throw your light
Upon the darkness in this box
Make these great shadows a hoax
Fire your joyful flames up
So you may read words my pen drop
Gather your heat and strength
Waltz with the wind, feel the warmth
Dance again when you lick the air
Mock me when you burn my hair
But let my cheerful words sink
As fine ale, a thirsty man may drink

By Oke Iroegbu

Finance Graduate, Bibliophile and Bard of Ovim, his hometown. Read more at

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