Traffic Lights

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie  Tale Weaver #64: May 5 2016: School Yard Games


She knew he was red-light dangerous,

The kind of guy her friends warned her about,

One to avoid when the lights went out.

But red is a colourful aphrodisiac,

A silken poppy on a summer’s day.

She couldn’t let her bad boy get away –

And then she was trapped

Like a fly in amber, held in her place:

No more make-up on her face:

No low-cut tops or nights out with her friends;

He told her straight it would have to end.

A yellow bruise here

And a smear of red there,

Clumps torn out of her auburn hair.

She said ‘red light’,

She shouted it out,

But the rules of the game had changed

As soon as she gave him the green light.


© Kim M. Russell, 2016

Traffic Lights

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12 thoughts on “Traffic Lights

  1. Thanks for sharing your response to the TW prompt Kim 🙂

    You’ve taken this image of “red/yellow(amber)/green” and explored it very well – unfortunately a very dangerous and often too real outcome when people don’t recognize warning signs, or worse still, when they aren’t even clear in the beginning.

    I like how you have used the flow of colors throughout the verse – they – color names, can imply and offer powerful images, and coupled with your thoughts, this is a wonderful response.

    Great exploration of the prompt, and opening the discussion about abusive relationships.

    Oh, just so you know, you have linked to MLMM, but not directly to the Tale Weaver prompt, and although you’ve linked to the official linky (thank you), some people never go that route, and might not know you’ve responded to the prompt. Just to let you know 🙂

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