Vinca Haiku
she grazes her scar
old blood the color of rust
on her maiden lace
charcoal and red smudge
nothing can make up the pain
the dark trudge quickens
tiny wallflower
you cannot hold a candle
you, periwinkle
The Spanish Girl Haiku
she follows the clouds
the breath of the summer wind
gently down her throat
explosion of light
the world was but a shadow
the minute before
vociferous sky
she walks through the bead curtain
the storm in her wake
suddenly the sun
the Sevillian girl rises
in a hiss of silk
Vinca Haiku & The Spanish Girl Haiku are © Virginie Colline
| Virginie Colline lives and writes in Paris. Her poems have appeared in The Scrambler, Notes from the Gean, Prune Juice, Frostwriting, Prick of the Spindle, Mouse Tales Press, StepAway Magazine, BRICKrhetoric, Overpass Books, Dagda Publishing, Silver Birch Press and Yes, Poetry, among others. |
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