Tilman Riemenschneider Beneath your hands Limewood is as malleable as butter. The twists and turns of drapery folds carve arabesques on the air. You discover so much beauty in wood and yet your world is a sober affair. Smiles are not an option among your cast of saints, whose faces reveal past and future sorrows no books can explain, no words contain. Colin Pink Colin Pink has two collections of poetry: Acrobats of Sound and The Ventriloquist Dummy’s Lament. New poems are forthcoming in South Bank Poetry, Magma and Under the Radar magazines.
1 Comment
5/3/2020 06:09:32 am
My translation of a poem by RICARDA HUCH 1864-1947
Reply
Leave a Reply. |
The Ekphrastic Review
Find a writer, artist, or poem, etc. by searching here:
April 2021
|