I was never one for painting my lips red,
although I sometimes fantasised in bed
about a scarlet slash against white teeth
tempting you to meld our lips and breath,
a colourful seduction in a bed gone quiet.
But then I realised that instead of a riot
of thrashing limbs and pounding chests
we both preferred the gentleness
of quiet cuddles, a perfect fit
of naturally naked skin and lips.
Kim M. Russell, 31st March 2020
Sarah is our host this Tuesday and she wants us to celebrate the colour red, reminding us of its power and what it means, such as blood, fire, passion. Fruit, danger, among other things.
Sarah has shared two ‘red’ poems to start us off, ‘Red’ by Ted Hughes and ‘The Red Wheelbarrow’ by William Carlos Williams.
Today we are bringing a little red into our poems: the colour itself, bringing it to life with metaphor and imagery, or just a little dot of it, as Turner did when he added a red buoy to a seascape, just to give extra life and excitement.