Poems by Colm

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  • I walked you home, one last time,
    we stopped at the gate. I remembered...

  • On Gleeson's hill, standing sentinel
    overlooking the market town, an unraveling...

  • The rhythm beat of sax floated
    over from the canopied jazz club...

  • Canary yellow
    freckles of laburnum feud...

  • As a boy, I recall the golden evening -
    holding Mammy's hand at Cobh bay...