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)
Beyond the barren trees,
at the place silenced in snow,
the ruins of our love still stands.
A gable just, and the tracery of our dream,
still beautiful if vacant;
our ghosts, the grand thing we longed for,
still there.
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