Sarahsouthwest is our host for poetics and asks us for something red.
Anger
She was pale, like the waning crescent moon
stark against the black of night
lips painted a shocking garnet
like a vampiress fresh from a feed
Her aura was a blazing shade,
not the cool magenta of sunrise
nor the deep claret of late sunset
but the bright crimson of blood
She wore her anger like a second skin
so tight it seemed ready to split
staining the world a sooty brick
with the blemish of her hatred
Every Rose Has It’s Thorn — Poison
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
So many different shades of red here, but blood is the overwhelming one. You’ve brought in anger and passion and fire. Lovely stuff.
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Thank you so much Sarah.
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Quite a character study, JP. These lines are a fitting conclusion:
“staining the world a sooty brick
with the blemish of her hatred”
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Thanks Lisa, believe it or not it’s derived from a description of the villain in my wip. 😉
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Ooh! Sounds like a dangerous villain.
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Oh yeah all the more so because she believes she’s right.
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Wonderful imagery in your poem! This is a great line…
She wore her anger like a second skin
so tight it seemed ready to split
I think I have met some folks like that!!
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Oh I have, more than one! 😉
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She sounds like trouble.
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You know it! 🙂
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I like that image “like a vampiress fresh from a feed”. I appreciate how shades of red are sprinkled within the piece, unobtrusive and effective; put me in mind of Angelina Jolie in BEOWOLF.
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Excellent comparison, thanks so much for your comment. 😀
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Nice line: “She wore her anger like a second skin”
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I wonder if she can shed some of that anger if the conditions improve.
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It would be good but I think it’s become too much a part of her.
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Thank you 😀
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And I love that track!!
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Ya know how sometimes a song hits you so hard it stays with you and becomes a part of your base philosophy on life? This was mine, “like a knife that cuts you the wound heals, but the scar remains” sigh
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Yea, I do know what you mean. There are several songs thnat over the years have become my special anthems
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She sounds dangerous!
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Oh she is 😀
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loving it!!
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Thank you 😁
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Such great imagery you have here..lips painted a shocking garnet
like a vampiress fresh from a feed..love this one!!
Pat
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Thank you Pat! 🙂
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