Seeing Red

Franz Marc

I’m love, lust, and power,
I’m the rose scenting the bower

with perfumed bloom–
I’m scattered in rooms, laid on tombs,

in garnet spread, the shade with which we toast the dead
the luscious wine, merely one mourning thread,

or sip of seduction. I’m the crimson of celebration—
the color of flags and war decorations.

I’m the moon cycle of daughters and wife–
I’m the blood of death, the flow of life,

I stream from wounds and birth,
and nourish the earth

with youth blown dead, as poppies yield
to battlefields

still, bright color pops
amid remains, a buzzard-swoop, a rat hip-hop,

with berry-stained fur—
all the kings, politicians, and battles were

for what? Scarlet puddles, decayed remains,
only ghosts born from these labor pains.

I’m the she-wolf’s cry,
and the vampire’s sigh

beyond all understanding–
I am the light of the universe expanding.

A late entry for Mish’s dVerse prompt to “slip out of our human bodies and become nothing but a color.” I would normally pick blue, but decided to go with something different. 😀 I’m also linking it to Open Link Night. It’s a live session, but it’s my husband’s birthday, and we’re going to do a birthday project together instead.

54 thoughts on “Seeing Red

  1. This is prime poetry, Merril. All the shades of red linked to fact or emotion really resonated with me. You know I like/love red, especially red shoes!

    Enjoy the rest of the day with Doug, perhaps with “luscious wine.”

  2. My goodness this is breathtakingly beautiful,Merril! 😀 I especially love; “I’m the moon cycle of daughters and wife– I’m the blood of death, the flow of life, I stream from wounds and birth.”💝💝💝

  3. Ah, such truth in your words. I was hoping it would turn out to be red wine, but I hope too, much. Why can’t humanity just spill the wine, and not the blood?
    You write ….. beautifully, Merril!

  4. I love the vibrancy of your rose and blood scented poem, Merril! I especially love the colours in the lines:
    ‘in garnet spread, the shade with which we toast the dead
    the luscious wine, merely one mourning thread’
    and
    ‘…Scarlet puddles, decayed remains,
    only ghosts born from these labor pains’
    and the vocalisation in the she-wolf’s cry and vampire’s sigh.

  5. Another serendipitous moment for us – I post on blue – you on red. 🙂 The is fabulous! For me, you captured the color with both emotion and imagery. Now I chuckle because I don’t know when I’ll schedule the Red beach walk – but you have me thinking. 🙂 Well done, Merril. … and Happy Birthday, Hubby.

  6. I think you did a wonderful job capturing the different aspects of red Merril.
    ‘Scarlet puddles, decayed remains,
    only ghosts born from these labor pains.’
    This is a striking image.

    I hope you had a lovely time for your husband’s birthday!

  7. This is AMAZING, Merril. Red symbolizes so much; blood, death, war, love, life, fertility, lust, wounds, and so much more. That is brilliant how you entwined all these ideas about red in your poem. I could never do that, personally. This is so brilliant, visceral, and stunning! I especially enjoyed reading these lines:

    “I’m the moon cycle of daughters and wife–
    I’m the blood of death, the flow of life,

    I stream from wounds and birth,
    and nourish the earth

    with youth blown dead, as poppies yield
    to battlefields”

    Just WOW. It hits right at the heart, communicates so much about cycles and death along with how it all ties together with life. Beautifully expressed and well-written!

  8. You know… I had seen this in my inbox, told myself I’d come back later as I had to go do something and when I came back, forgot because so many other emails pushed this way down! And then just today, someone shared a piece about the colour red and I had a flash… I’m missing a Merril post!
    This is wonderful. Red is such a versatile colour, is it not? I love how you showed so many facets of its uses!

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