Friday, February 18, 2022

My New Collection, 'The Sound of Water Searching'


It's been a long time coming and, needless to say, I think it's the literary event of the year. The Sound of Water Searching is now available from Lapwing Publications. Available in soft cover only, it costs £10/€12 plus postage. For purchasing information email  https://sites.google.com/a/lapwingpublications.com/lapwing-store/to-buy-a-lapwing-title For information on Lapwing Publications email lapwing.poetry@ntlworld.com   You can contact me at mmodros@gmail.com 




The Sound of Water Searching

From personal poems that draw on "the emptied out treasure-chests of childhood" to reflections on the work of Elaine Leigh, John Minihan, Mick O'Dea and others, Michael O'Dea is interested in the ways that memory, experience, and meditation inform the life of the poet. The poems gathered in The Sound of Water Searching give voice to his ceaseless commitment to the artistic process: a "beautiful odyssey" that takes us from Dublin to Galicia and beyond.                      

Philip Coleman (Trinity College Dublin)




Wednesday, February 9, 2022

Turbulent Trees

 

Waves spinning their white bellies over;

fulminating riptides,

turbulent trees.


Fire from their leaves catching,

infect the fields with their delirium;


colours, spilling out from their domains,

eddy and spring

riotous, brilliant.


Their smoke towers uncoiling into the sky

climax in fantastical menageries.


Thursday, February 3, 2022

Wind and Tree

 

‘You’re still here’ said the wind to the tree;

‘And where else would I be, this is home!’


But the wind was already gone.


Some days later, ‘But don’t you get bored?’

‘Even the stirring of soil beneath my roots interests me

                                      when I am home,’ said the tree.


But the wind was already gone.


When passing again, the wind asked, ‘Don’t you long to travel?’

‘This place and I are inseparable lovers.’


But the wind was already gone.


The next time the tree asked, ‘Won’t you stop a moment?’

‘Oh, to have such freedom!’ replied the wind


and it already gone.