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Poetry by Irish poet Michael O'Dea. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar, Lapwing Publications)

Monday, March 31, 2014

Face

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A face in a window told me all I needed to know about age. The colourlessness, darkness, confinement.   A face that stared thro...
Friday, March 28, 2014

A Moment Certified By Lovers

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A Moment Certified By Lovers.   It's a certifiable moment a punch-drunk second a pulse's high tide.   A dog eats gra...
Monday, March 24, 2014

Three Scenes from a Midland Town

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Three Scenes from a Midland Town 1. Marty Regan’s shiny coffins are loitering along the out-house wall. Lukie Dyer, waiting outside...
Wednesday, March 19, 2014

A Primitive Death

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One eye a bog-hole, the other a slab, bleached blue of a childhood memory. I walked on water, sank in the marble, its thought eng...
Monday, March 17, 2014

Looking at You

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  How her face changes when she is sleeping. I have not seen that face before, where is she? Where do the zillions go in the sleeping ...
Sunday, March 9, 2014

Static State

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“Parents who never showed their love, complain of want of natural affection in their children; children who never showed their duty, com...
Saturday, March 1, 2014

More Distrust

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With the mask removed, his face was old, shrunken; too human; less than, almost.   We had forgotten, lost proportion, it came as ...
Sunday, February 23, 2014

10 reasons to visit Ireland

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Add to these, exhilarating music sessions, nightly, in pubs all around the country; the eminently manageable distances in travelling from ...
Saturday, February 15, 2014

Regret

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Teenage years can leave you with regrets. You become so important to yourself, care for others drops sharply. It's normal, maybe eve...
Sunday, February 9, 2014

The Special Place of Patrick Kavanagh in Irish Poetry

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In a recent conversation, a friend and I agreed that Patrick Kavanagh had a special influence on us. The both of us rural Irish, we have t...
Monday, February 3, 2014

These gates are always swinging

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(it's not easy for everyone)            These gates are always swinging: they screech, squeal at each other. These gate...
Thursday, January 30, 2014

Stone Circle

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Eight heads: bald, lichen-stained, eyes closed, always listening. One jowl-cheeked, one stub-nosed, one with an empty eye-socket, two w...
Friday, January 24, 2014

The Gloaming

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Gloaming: that part of the day, after the sun has gone down, and before the light finally leaves the sky. I am in the passenger seat, ...
Thursday, January 23, 2014

How well do you know the art of poetry?

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Here's a challenge. Assonance, similes, metaphors, idioms....................................., take  a few minutes to try this quiz, i...
Friday, January 17, 2014

4 minutes in space

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The earth; and you with eyes receiving it, and mind capable of accommodating it.    Enlarge the picture, turn up the music and lose your...
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