A Take on Red By: Mark R. Slaughter

A Take on Red

By: Mark R. Slaughter

  Red for blood -
Pumping out a life;
Paling in a death;
Blushing in a feminine face -
Flushing out her puberty;
Stain a presage for the mother ready.

And red, a flag of hatred in the eye -
The brutal other side -
Blood-release of war;
The sundered heart!

But then the red of simple dress
To give a beauty all she needs -
And flaming hair
And flimsy lace of underwear
And passion in the wanton heart
And dreams of crimson stockinged legs apart -

The rawness in the fantasy that
Only red can be.

And I? To only seek for Autumn
Bleeding in her many hues
Of red and other sister colours -
Those of tiring summer;
The fall of evening chill,
To wake with mist of morn,
Until cerise of dawn
Presents another day.