Tilman Riemenschneider, by Colin Pink

detail, The Last Supper, by Tilman Riemenschneider (Germany) 1501

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.