Virginie Colline

strawberry hair bangs
above her somnolent eyes
the roof of her hand

night flying open
on the hotel room threshold
a disheveled moon

turbulent water
you dredge up some memories
from an old summer

 

Virginie Colline lives and writes in Paris. Her poems have appeared in The Mainichi, Frogpond, Prune Juice, Frostwriting, Prick of the Spindle, Seltzer, Overpass Books, BRICKrhetoric, Yes, Poetry, Dagda Publishing, Silver Birch Press and StepAway Magazine, among others.