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)
floors
we stand on
saw you
my love
on your ice floe
passing
waved but
you were gone
blades skimming
through desolate
heavens
ah lover
it was the flight
we fell for
is what we are
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