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

Tuesday, May 31, 2022

Awestruck

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  You climb and climb, see the detail of your everyday diminish; climb higher, higher, see it disappear. Mountain ranges, rivers, plains...
Thursday, May 26, 2022

Camera, transport my skin of bones

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  Camera, transport my skin of bones to the breakfast tables of the first world. These legs, arms, ribs without muscle or flesh; l...

In Bed

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  The bed clothes white clouds, and her head, an abandoned object, thrown upon them. Behind her shut eyes, who knows what stir...
Tuesday, May 24, 2022

Snow prints

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Brilliant sunlight, gleaming snow; a new morning, a new earth except for the trail of footsteps; some philistine has damaged the c...
Friday, May 20, 2022

Gilmour's guitar solos

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I 'm a sucker for Pink Floyd and those beautiful guitar solos. Sometimes I get a longing to hear them, then light and sound are the same...
Wednesday, May 18, 2022

Going to the Moon

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  T'ang Dynasty poet, Li Po, is said to have died in 762CE when he fell drunk out of a boat trying to embrace the moon. The enamel whit...
Monday, May 16, 2022

Troubling Me

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  Last evening I gazed into water, water gazed into me and first to speak, ‘ you’re lost’, he said. The eyes seemed empty to be ...
Friday, May 13, 2022

Words Lassoes Blackbirds

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  Words, swallows not trains, swoop and dive; blackbirds lassoing the world in their song, trout leaps through ring...
Tuesday, May 10, 2022

Photograph Found

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  I find you among the strewn things in the attic and pull you clear. You all but demanded to be lifted but then go mute. I drop you back, w...
Friday, May 6, 2022

For My Country

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It is hard to come to terms with the vicious inhumanity that comes with war. Men, women and children so recently going through the normal ro...

Dignity

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  Mantegna's wonderful painting was in our family bible. When I was young I used to look at it and marvel; I still do. It wasn't the...
Monday, May 2, 2022

A child of four years complains of his worries

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  A child of four years is complaining of his worries, the television exploding nightly in his living room, talk of nuclear bombs and h...
Thursday, April 28, 2022

Enjoy a cup of coffee

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  A man is out cold on the footpath; arms, legs splayed limp as shirt-sleeves; fly open, penis bare; unkempt, ill-fitting clothes, dirt...
Sunday, April 24, 2022

Holy Well

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  Hope hangs from the trees, prayers dance; the sick, the love-lorn click their fingers; an enamel mug keeps watch. The sun and moon...
Friday, April 22, 2022

Reaching for my Rucksack

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 No holidays since 2019. I’m spending more and more time wanting to see new sights. I want to be dazzled again. So many places! Considering ...
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