Friday 18 June 2021

Three Poems by Johanna Antonia Zomers

Working Girls at Jazzfest

We eye each other up on

Tennessee William’s 

streetcar. Me with crumpled bills

In my pocket. She’s Bourbon Street

bound, morning drunks waiting.

She’s a colicky baby’s

eyes at dawn. Her arms

are damp twigs, nothing

there to coax into flame.

Slap-flat, paddle-spank hands

warming a slug of bourbon in a

cracked ‘world’s best mother’

rummage sale mug.

Daffodil-dyed hair

in a late March haystack up do.

Last night’s cracked patent leather purse

muddy alligator shoes

bayou bound.

She scorns the beads, the second line,

Congo Square music, humid

morning slick on skin,

She’s on the stroll

today in slippered feet;

why bother with red toenails

Why bother at all.


Today is planting day for the farmers

their enamelled furrows enfold

psalms to the  Mother

slice into her full-bellied grace.


Blind faith lays claim to

a deserved and promised harvest;

the great awakening earth bed

cradles their gleaming golden dream.


Seeds split open, shoots unfurl.

Their pale filaments grope toward light

turn into shimmer, sheen, wet velvet.

Wash the field with faintest newly born green.

Ode to a Server in a Dying Village

How lovely, to be the one who

brings morning coffee

not with downcast eye or

demeaned spirit, 

but singing good mornings

into the village street each time

the belled door swings inward.

Slapping the menu

crisply on the arborite,

fluting a custard pie

with whipped cream clouds.

Running a cloth over

window glass reflecting

the quiet street and god’s clouds

like a monk who arises

intent on humble service, but

with slightly better



Johanna Antonia Zomers is a playwright with Stone Fence Theatre and writes a weekly column for a  Canadian newspaper. Her first novel “When the Light Enters” was published with Pastora de la Vega Press.  She is at work on a sequel and a collection of essays. She currently lives on a farm in the Donegal Settlement in Ontario and hopes to return to spending creative winters in Spain and Ireland. 


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