How Red Is Read.

By well-wisher

Sat, 23 Apr 2011
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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.

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Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Cleverly written, this one well-wisher. Some good imagery, and nifty word-play;-) Tina

 

Submitted by well-wisher on
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).

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

JoHn

Submitted by Luly Whisper on
An interesting piece.

Submitted by well-wisher on
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.

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

JoHn