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)
Unhappiness recreated your face
in myriad facets, as in a cubist painting.
The disarray made it ugly, but alive,
and that was another beauty.
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