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Fiona Boland

Ireland

Writes poetry on occasion.

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

Man's Bestfriend

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Her tail would always wag with a pure kind of happiness when you looked at her, when blue met trusting brown eyes

it was the kind of reassurance that let you know, despite it all, there was someone who was happy that you existed and it was an addictive feeling

and once every blue moon she'd find her way onto the road, wagging tail startlingly close to the sound and feel of misplaced air that accompanies oncoming traffic and you're...

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2 months ago

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

Domum

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As a young girl, Mevia had heard a lot of different things about the Colosseum. Travellers from the Capital brought with them nervous, breathy, almost reverent, whispers about the shining white pearl of Great Rome, whose halls were painted with the blood of slaves and men. Its thick columns that shone in the midday sun drew patrons to its magnificent stands like a beacon, inviting the upper echelons of Roman society to watch the nameless battle for freedom against man...
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2 months ago

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

The Words of a Catholic Lesbian

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I found a home in God,
but The Church has left me homeless.

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2 months ago

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

a dyke like me

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She was powerful like that,
in too big clothes and an out of fashion hat, she defied expectation and yet she was everything expected of an out and proud dyke

with a cut to her hair that was timeless, she stood there like nothing could touch her but she was scared, because people hurled slurs at girls like her with too big clothes and an old-fashioned hat, a dyke

but she wouldn't be tamed by a word with four letters,...

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2 months ago

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

One More Elegy

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Elegy after elegy after elegy rips its way out of me like some kind of parasite possessing my heart

and a happier language so long forgotten as these days and nights have made a lamenter out of me

and a kindness so long forsaken as the only comfort that comes at night now is silence and a bed

and another poem written in the silence of a crowded room once again, 

a poem for the dead.

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2 months ago

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

a three day wake

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Heavy breathing hurt the
silence in regular bursts, 
while divine faces watched and 
doled judgement wordlessly

the table, empty now,
was left of centre in the
worn out kitchen of
childhood memories 

and breathing quivered,
mini earthquakes 
shaking up her heart
and leaving their mark.

Now, shafts of light stole
that lingering glance yearned for in the following months,
the perfume a stark reminder
of how unfamliar it was.

Now, the journey home was half filled with something mournful
and maybe her's was...

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3 months ago

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

Grief

PROMPT: Monostitch

Sighs, a sound so weary sung from tired lungs, disaster worn and softly faded now in the hereafter. 

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3 months ago

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

Driving for Clarity

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wisps of angelic cloud
caressed the baby blue canvas
of a summer afternoon

and forest green grass, uncut and neat, sat watch at the base of the hedgerows that lined the road

gnarled trees snaked upwards, outwards and formed a canopy over the rustic country road that wound its path unseen

and memory propelled them onward, forward as the lark's cry carried sweetly through the open window and settled lazily like early morning dew upon the ear. 

And as the...

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3 months ago

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

Toxic Masculinity

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you hide in the back of a bunch of the guys who're really just boys pretending their men but they're not 

and masculinity will be the enemy of your propensity to cry you think
and they'll ask are you a man or a boy and you'll sigh as you add on one more lie 

and as you slowly, oh so slowly, die at the madness and wonder when is it coming that all promised rest, 'cause you've gone beyond stressed 
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3 months ago

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Fiona Boland (Ireland) published:

Red Faced

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Red faced with the feeling like all the rage and grief and my-soul-is-too-full emotions have fled at the cold sober vision 
of a too small wooden box

and water like tears with no space to fall came trickling down, and prickling now my face, as if heaven itself bled acid in its grief

and the priest was lamenting and praising and singing and his words were as empty as my chest, which was stinging from the lack of air in my tired lungs
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4 months ago