Poems by Colm

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  • Only once, with little acclaim to
    notoriety, symbolism or fame will...

  • Nightingales nuance
    morning melodies for those...

  • I went to the station where the rain was
    pouring, turbulent, seven years old...

  • West (3) 2

    West
    It was the dust-clouded, sunset-orange...

  • There is something I cannot mistake in
    the sentimental shimmer of four walls...

  • Hello, everyone.
    You can call me Charlie...

  • I held your hair when you painted the sink with
    Vodka-flavoured sick, and tucked you in...

  • Back down South, where you grew up on Bible
    and cattle ranching was where we were at our best...

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

  • Teardrop (by Massive Attack)
    The way you pursed your lips when I left...

  • Canary yellow
    freckles of laburnum feud...

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