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)
Each lily is a flaring match;
a stud on the liquescent forests
of Monet’s mind.
The wriggling, waving colour-life,
the soup out of which
form emerges.
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