Red river running; ever moving, never resting;
red leaves like lives or loves that run away with you;
gingerbread sandstone that looks everlasting;
sunset’s red drumbeat, bursting from the blue.
Red bosomed robins building nests in prickly hedgerows;
red thorns like a bad omen in your abdomen;
lipstick; cherry blossoms; the blooming red rose;
Autumn’s red bristled bessom broom again.
Each shade of red is read in a hundred different ways;
blushing brides, scarlet women; scarlet fever, rude health;
red is both birth and death, viewed with hatred and with praise;
red, to me, is rubies, foxes, pillar boxes; life’s wealth.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | April 23, 2011 - 11:30
Cleverly written, this one well-wisher. Some good imagery, and nifty word-play;-)
Tina
well-wisher | April 23, 2011 - 12:02
Thankyou very much, Tina. It was inspired by a bright red pillar box near to my house. I really like red pillar boxes (and old fashioned red telephone boxes).
Luly Whisper | April 23, 2011 - 18:25
An interesting piece.
well-wisher | April 24, 2011 - 10:23
Thankyou, Luly. I've always liked all the associations that people give to colours, both positive and negative and I like living in a world full of ambiguities where everything can have lots of different meanings.