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

Tuesday, February 27, 2024

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  This needle, my mind balancing on it; its mercury glint a painful ecstasy.

She fires words

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  She fires words spiky as hail; I shoot them down; they’re unwelcome in my heaven. But the same words go off over and over; ...
Sunday, February 25, 2024

Now, Then and Forever

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  When their bodies are cold and stony, we lay them among the boulders on the hillside, a resting place within sight of their homes, ...
Tuesday, February 20, 2024

September Swallows

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  Knots on the wires untying themselves,. rise into the sky like crochets escaping staves. September swallows, restless, must s...
Sunday, February 18, 2024

His last tune

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 I've tried to get this right before, my father on his hospital bed after suffering a stroke. A moment that has stayed with me, poignant...
Thursday, February 15, 2024

Cirrus

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  Cirrus, dolphins of high heavens, sing light harvested from deepest sky-ridges.
Sunday, February 11, 2024

ikeanisation of office spac

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  folded in a roll above shoulders the cape with fabric loops to hang light-weight plastic stool down human back over fold-up...
Friday, February 9, 2024

After Hiroshige

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  A peacock on a branch, waterfall.                       Along the Tokaido road                       a wave,                       lan...
Thursday, February 8, 2024

Autobiography

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  Here’s the wind that brought me; here’s the day that sang; here’s the grass that was my mother and there the trees that taught me. He...
Tuesday, February 6, 2024

from a bus window

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  He’s standing on the corner, a busy city junction; he has walked from his house, but………………... and doesn’t know why he’s there nor...
Monday, February 5, 2024

Bohreen

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  Bohreen* Burgeoning spring growth, the hedgerows of hawthorn, hazel and elder ankle-deep in profusions of primrose, celandine a...
Monday, January 29, 2024

I would like to recreate the earth so

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  we may throw snowballs beneath showers of cherry blossoms; put speakers by the pond to waltz across the water-lily pads; strip off and s...
Saturday, January 27, 2024

Wanting

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  We sit here running open-mouth aggression; rolls of flesh ugly, back alley tongue-out desiring; dung-drain fingering, cor...
Sunday, January 21, 2024

I think love infinite

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  I think love infinite: stretching back to no beginning onward to no end. Having the most complete happiness life can offer makes...
Thursday, January 18, 2024

The Pleasure

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