Red is
#poem by #AliceEnamour
Red is the colour
of the living blood,
and of the flood
when it carries the mud.
The colour of passion
and also of anger.
The colour of danger
but also of the
blushing maiden.
Red is the colour
of the setting sun.
The saving fire
by night, but also of
the forest burning.
The colour of my
party dress,
and of my dancing shoes,
And of the ribbons
on my hair
when I was a child.
Red is the name
of the narrow sea
dividing Africa and Asia,
And also the colour
of luck for the Chinese.
First sound of the word
ready, and first letters
of the word redeem.
Red is the corn cob,
I was told,
that forces you to reveal
your chosen one
when comes to you
in the threshing.
The colour of the rose,
of the radish,
and of the cherries,
which are earrings
for the daughters
of the poor.
Red are roses and
the bullfighter's cape,
the colour both
of love and peril.
the colour I dye my hair
to look smarter.
Also the colour
of blue Litmus paper
when the solution
is acidic.
Red is the colour
of tree leaves
in autumn,
but also the colour
of poppies in spring.
The colour of dresses
of cardinals and kings,
but also of the
peasant women
of Russia and Sardinia.