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

Thursday, November 28, 2024

Look Down

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  It is winter; the trees are standing on the stones. Tips unsteady, their branches wavering under the weight of their trunks; term...
Wednesday, November 20, 2024

floors

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  floors we stand on saw you my love on your ice floe passing waved but you were gone blades skimming through desolate he...
Saturday, November 16, 2024

Dad smoking by the kitchen window

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  Smoke from his pipe were spirits rising from the dead; they coiled into the air, graceful tresses, defused and dissipated. He n...
Monday, November 11, 2024

Alone

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To turn, on eyes opening, find again that blank space beside you; come downstairs, witness to the still-birth of another day; a ...
Friday, November 8, 2024

A Town Called.....

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  Sometimes I wish I was living in a crossroads town, less than really, a bar, a grocery store, a water tower, far away from any place of...
Saturday, November 2, 2024

Decision

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  You stood at the side of the road, snow-covered and, as yet, unmarked. I watched you from the window: at first, filling your eyes w...
Thursday, October 31, 2024

Questions on the Continuing War in Gaza

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  What difference: the oblivion of a newly born child and it dead beneath a city’s rubble? And the child born on one side of a fence...
Tuesday, October 22, 2024

Incarcerated

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Concrete walls, steel door. Daylight is twilight, though way up, light through a window makes a play of leaves on the wall opposite:   by th...
Thursday, October 10, 2024

Damien

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  He’s got a gimp; it throws his suit like the buttons are one button-hole out, and the shirt falls below his jacket on that side. ...
Tuesday, October 8, 2024

Betty

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Betty, the world is a marble; getting smaller daily; its mildews and viruses have spread, and they are at your feet. I w...

September Swallows

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 Some poems refuse to be written, over and over. This is a rewrite of a poem that seems to have a hold on me September Swallows September s...
Friday, September 27, 2024

Care and Love

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  Behind those children playing, I see a grandmother smiling; she remembers the blur of children’s play but it’s not that memory,...
Thursday, September 26, 2024

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  These books are steps; climb, climb, climb for a better view.
Monday, September 23, 2024

The ladder

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  How impressive the ladder looks from the bottom, disappearing, as it does, into the clouds. How those rungs invite; how everyone encou...
Tuesday, September 17, 2024

Legacy

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  Like earthworms, like the carcasses of all animals, we darken the soil, enrich it. In their turn, our children will rise, live i...
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