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

Monday, May 29, 2017

Abandoned House in Donegal

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The calendar collapsed in the centre; her chair facing the wind; the  tv hanging in the wardrobe; her b...
Thursday, May 25, 2017

February sunshine silvers bare branches.

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She, sitting at her kitchen table, turns her hands upward to run her eyes down the insides of her arms, to see how the water wi...
Monday, May 22, 2017

Hughie

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Hughie thinks of sex without faces; he often thinks this way because there never was a welcoming face, so he never had sex, and thi...
Sunday, May 21, 2017

Beautiful Killing

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"One of the things we will discuss is the purchase of lots of  beautiful  military equipment because nobody makes it like the United St...
Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Dead

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His marbleised features are set at neutral; a look that never was his. So this is not him, but was so recently. Container ...
Saturday, May 13, 2017

Attitude

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Intended to catch the 'does he take sugar' attitude to people with physical disability, the poem relies on the word 'owns' ...
Monday, May 8, 2017

The other day Louise and I promised each other our lives without speaking.

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We made love and stayed in each other’s arms for a long time without opening our eyes or talking,                           but e...
Thursday, May 4, 2017

Short Coversation

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The moon is a hubcap   fallen off the earth. I am a pendulum   treading time. “I'm blind”    says the moon.  “I'm...
Saturday, April 29, 2017

A Balmy Day in July

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On a balmy day in July, I sat outside with a few tins, watching wispy white clouds alter shape, and the afternoon too as, sooner ...
Thursday, April 27, 2017

"Never smile at a crocodile and never give Messi that much space"

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Simile, hyperbole, metaphor, idiom: Ray Hudson should be mandatory on all ‘creative writing’ courses. Messi scored the winner agains...
Tuesday, April 25, 2017

The trees in the moonlight

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The trees in the moonlight are silent, and the trees in the pond are still. If there is malice, it is not here by the pond in ...
Friday, April 21, 2017

An Alternative Interpretation of Megalithic Art

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There's been a lot of water collecting in this blog lately, but before pumping it dry, here's one more interpretation of the megal...
Monday, April 17, 2017

SUMMER ORCHARD EVENING.

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On an evening when apple was eating the worm, tree grating the sun with some clouds, dusty birds; the green cloth was sprea...
Monday, April 10, 2017

Thinking out loud.............faking politicians

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When we tolerate lies from those who lead, don't we cede all rights to principled government, not just for now, but for the foreseeable...

Sure Sight

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I see pearl-like dawn in your face a desolate blue yonder in your irises the wash of slivered moonlight in your smile ...
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