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)
Winter trees like old shipwrecks
sailed the winds;
hold those memories
close as the grain in their timbers.
Now defunct, the tips of their branches
scratch at the sky;
they stand, shaped to memory,
listless.
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