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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Colin Pink lives in London, England. His poems have appeared in a wide range of poetry magazines such as Poetry News, South Bank Poetry, Poetry Salzburg Review, Urthona, Ink Sweat & Tears. "Acrobats of Sound", his first collection of poems, was published by Poetry Salzburg in 2016.

Colin Pink

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TQ E20 N74

I lie back and gaze at the sky: its ever changing
face reflected in me. People come and go; I pay
no attention. Little ones throw bread for ducks,
toss stones at me; I feel nothing. I'm locked
behind ice, a scarred and cracked windshield,
opaque as a cataract. Spring promises hot
kisses, blows cool breezes, pock-marks me
with showers. Autumn brings stormy winds,
cards ripples on my skin, but gifts to me
a thousand golden boats shaken from the sky.