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)
The bed clothes
white clouds, and
her head, an abandoned object,
thrown upon them.
Behind her shut eyes,
who knows what stirs
though still,
so very still.
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