Colour

Frankie Quinn with a poem from his expansive body of work. ColourMy blood is red like yoursMy pearls of tears are mixedWith theirs’s, salted fears bottledup for years.♞♜♝The open lid has spilled on boatsAlone on ocean’s floor, searchingInstinctively for an open door,To quench the thirst for more.♞♜♝Flat on a sanded beach you landAnd weep, beneath your shapeA shadow waits, with flags and