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)
Water
Water held my face;
the wind tried to steal it.
A fish jumped,
I had a brainwave:
why don’t you and I
make our home in the water?
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