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Red. Lips, blood and rage.
Juicy fruits and warning lights, alluring and alarming.
All the worst and best women wear red,
preferably shoes with narrow heels or a dress to arrest
the attention. Scarlet painted nails drumming
hotly on a tabletop.
Red skies at night to delight
passing shepherds.
Crimson love hearts painted onto Valentine's day cards.
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Sorry for the dodgy poetry folks!
2 comments:
Not dodgy at all! There's lovely imagery in there which really made me sit up and take notice - just like red's supposed to; like a robin's grab at your attention when you glimpse one, bright and bold, on a winter's day.
Really lovely photos too...
Ha ha, thanks Melanie. It's funny, I very rarely write poetry let alone feel compelled to share it! But the sentences I was constructing for the post just seemed like they should be in verse. Sometimes it does us good to just fire stuff out there I think, although I don't think I'll be winning any competitions!
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