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

Friday, June 26, 2015

Country Childhood

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I was blessed to have a country childhood. The freedom to come and go without the constant monitoring for safety. We had the run of the to...
Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Notice to children

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The Aos Sí (Sídhe), the fairy folk of Ireland are alive and well and are living beneath the sídhe, fairy mounds dotted all around Ireland....
Friday, June 19, 2015

Literary Competition for Writers with Roscommon Connection

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New Roscommon Writing Award 2015 First Prize €500 Competition Rules ·         Entries, in English, on any theme, in any literary form ...
Thursday, June 18, 2015

Alternative view

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Globalisation has what it takes to destroy all but middle of the road. And, as wildlife becomes tamelife to be found only in zoos, imaginat...
Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Bird of Paradise

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    One of my abiding memories from a visit to the Skelligs, too many years ago now, is of gannets moving to and fro in the air betw...
Friday, June 12, 2015

The Wake

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1 When Katy Tyrell’s eyelids were closed, they stopped the clock, covered the mirror, and she was waked.   Entwined in her h...
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Monday, June 8, 2015

Jane Clarke's collection 'The River'

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I am delighted to hear that Jane Clarke's collection The River , published by Bloodaxe Books is now available and will be launched at ...
Friday, June 5, 2015

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    A tree is screaming, the rocks have clapped hands over their ears; a stream is stealing the silver and a cave, aghast, has s...
Monday, June 1, 2015

Whipped Warrior

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      Those flowers with their nicotine fingers,   blown curls and the past,       are pointing over the ocean.     See, t...
Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Railway Child

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    Picking wood splinters from my clothes,   ear to the track and the soft thunder of a train hurrying from Ballymurray...
Sunday, May 24, 2015

The River Took Me

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Once, in a sodden flaggered field beside the river, the current took me; not a canoe but a trout, a water’s flint smoothe...
Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Caught, tangled in old years.

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Caught, tangled in old years; young man,   the brambles have made you delicately eccentric;   your ears are closed but ...
Saturday, May 16, 2015

Closing Windows

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  I carved a face onto a stone, put in my pocket and kept it for a charm.   After a while I grew uneasy and put it ...
Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Old Houses in an Old Country

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Emigration from Ireland in the middle of the 20th century led to a countryside that was dotted with farmsteads that had an eerie stillne...
Friday, May 8, 2015

Bone-white trees

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  I like these bone-white trees by Elaine Leigh. They suggest bodies,  rivers, limbs, less trees the longer I look.   What the a...
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