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)
Green fields,
green the colour of water;
an ocean locked in place
beneath a grid of stone walls.
Lens, curvature of the planet,
green out of sight;
water
pinioned for grazing.
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