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

Sunday, July 31, 2022

Untitled

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                                                          People: we may, indeed, pass each other unaware.                                ...
Thursday, July 28, 2022

A memory of my mother

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  Rows of empty seats, regimented, plastic, steel legged, but one, my mother watching me signing books with pride as I continue. Ye...
Monday, July 25, 2022

His Face, his heart

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  Parched landscape; a sandy wilderness deeply gorged. The geologic processes ended now; his eyes, dried up water-holes, part...
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Tuesday, July 19, 2022

Map

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  All the days that have ever been; the flowing rivers,  the dried-up rivers; the old bones,  the new bones; the grain of all our songs...
Saturday, July 16, 2022

Post Accident

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  Her body is pain; birds flap inside that mesh; she won’t entertain it, but a facial alphabet pinballs momentarily. Her eyes give h...
Monday, July 11, 2022

Snow.

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  Snow, it seemed to me, had the power to take away the sins of the world. With that dazzling perfection, men’s minds could only be tu...
Wednesday, July 6, 2022

A track into the woods

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  A track into the woods, turning out of view in the distance, dragged me from the road to the mysteries hidden in the shade beneath...
Friday, July 1, 2022

I haven't kept mementos

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  I haven’t kept mementos; memories decay with time’s mildew and warmth becomes cinders eventually. Love does keep calling, but its...
Tuesday, June 28, 2022

The Fury of Nature

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  Swans’ furious wings in millions, in violence, landing at graphite bay sunder to a feathered lather, light as beer’s head, on th...
Friday, June 24, 2022

The Right Words

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  Her breathing shallow, laboured; life hanging from a fraying string and I searching for the right words, the last words. What a...
Tuesday, June 21, 2022

Storm Coming

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  The wind from the west made the trees uneasy; a glowering sky heaving pent-up violence; the people on the seashore shrinking ...
Wednesday, June 15, 2022

Face

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  On this empty page, I suddenly see your face, a watermark. Time-drained, blurred features, mute; loved face. Memory, a boul...
Saturday, June 11, 2022

The Ocean

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  I put my back to it, push the boat onto the limestone-coloured sea, where the water takes it onto its own shoulders and I, with feet f...
Tuesday, June 7, 2022

War-torn Landscape

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  Her eyes bombed out, mouth a crater, rubble her skin. The war on her face; no matter what face, this face will always be beneath....
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...
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