Bio Note: I have two collections of poems: Acrobats of Sound, 2016, from Poetry Salzburg and The Ventriloquist Dummy’s Lament, 2019, from Against the Grain, a third collection is due to be published in September by The High Window. I am currently working on a new collection of poems where all the poems are confined to six lines, made up of three couplets. Each poem focuses on a particular thing. I got the idea for this from discovering Danielle Hope’s translations of the poetry of the early twentieth century Italian poet Giovanni Pascoli, whose work also has a focus on humble, everyday things, though his poems are 10 lines long with two three line stanzas followed by one four line stanza, which gives them a sonnet like appearance.
You fit, snug on my wrist, become a part of me. White face, Arabic numerals, hour and minute and second hands. You are eminently legible. Black body, soft plastic strap, you were 7.99; cheap, disposable, losable without grief. Yet on my wrist you carry, lightly, a precious cargo.
©2020 Colin Pink
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