Poems and general conversation from Irish poet Michael O'Dea. Born in Roscommon, living in Donegal. Poetry from Ireland. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar)
I look at her,
childlike
in her distance;
a curl
dreaming.
Recognize
her solitariness;
the dream
a wall
around her;
a cold
realisation:
this primal
distance
between us.
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