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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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Miss Freyburg

Can I help it if I fell in love with a dead girl?
Her blonde hair and pale skin are unworldly.
Her long fingers' silent eloquence grips me.
She lies still but any minute I expect a smile
to breach those breath abandoned lips.
They seem to wait for a kiss to waken them.
But how can I stir her trapped within the slick
protective emulsion of an old photograph?

Her life stopped twelve years before mine began.
Her world collapsed, a broken clock beyond repair,
the promised future no longer there. Detonation
of hope, as her clenched teeth break the suicide
capsule, a last defiant act to deny victory its right
to vanquish. ( ) Soon it will be Year Zero.