Blood red blooms line dusty country lanes, they dot the village verge, and a meadow explodes into a rippling scarlet sea. Here and there blow pale pink blooms, their blushes fading in the sun, papery ghosts haunting tired fields. Dog day heat has scorched the brittle fields, the only shade is found in leafy lanes, […]
It is said that you should never place your faith in a sensual woman in red with full lips on a smooth-skinned face, who sells bitterroot to raise the dead. Her naked heart was born to darkness, counting corpses in an eternity of death and wicked business running the affairs of the city of bones […]
poor man’s weather-glass a memory of childhood rainy days inside tightly closed brick-red petals coaxed open by late sunshine Kim M. Russell, 15th August 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1725 Scarlet Pimpernel Today, the new addition to our bouquet of wildflowers is the Scarlet Pimpernel.