Johanna Boal Poems

As we emerge, we can see them.
Some come together, hunkering down
Many are dispersed on their own,
Dark and hazy in their remoteness,
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I was crumbled, like grains of sand
a boat, a canoe, a simple thing
made out of those trees, up there on that land.
I was carved lovingly, by tiny hands
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I’m in awe by you being there
Stepping out at my front door
Your iciness, coldness,
Produces white, glittery
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A hint of families coming together;
olden ships coming through rough seas
the Atlantic - to Co Wicklow - Bray Head
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Sometimes the sea looks navy at Bray Head
County Wicklow has strewn sewed carnations
blown in with olden times, the Esplanade
Victorian hotel: the intended
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There is a great attraction on our fridge
A butterfly on a journey from Kellogg’s
Never moves?
David from Florence, protects
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Behold,
A sea bed with
Oversized edgings
Made prying,
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