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)
Light falling
like leaves
in Autumn;
you inside it.
Eyes grey
in their pools;
pale and thin,
dimming;
disappearing
among the wonderful
colours
of rotting.
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