Poetry from Virginie Colline


Photograph by Hengki Koentjoro


Inky Milk

I’m lying on that beach
Frozen to the heart
What am I to do
In this sand this quick
In this night this dark?
The sea is crying over spilt milk
Black silk and sweet lactescence
Wave after wave
Song after song
Languid poems are rolling on the shore
A whisper, a caress and nothing more

 “Inky Milk” first appeared in The Electronic Monsoon Magazine, March 2012.
Virginie Colline lives and writes in Paris. Her poems have appeared in The Scrambler, Notes from the Gean, Prune Juice, The Mainichi, Frostwriting, Prick of the Spindle, Mouse Tales Press, StepAway Magazine, The Indian Review, Overpass Books, Dagda Publishing, Silver Birch Press, Yes, Poetry and Poetheadamong others.