Saturday, November 21, 2009

Red

Red

I laughed out loud
In sheer delight
At turn of idle
Browsing page, listed under ‘red’
Exotic shock in desert dust
A pop-up flower show,
Carnation, poppy, fuchsia
Rose, cottage-garden pink
And then the paint box lifted lid
Inhale! Good enough to lick
Carmine crimson cramesy
Scarlet nacarat vermeil
All heady ruddy
Russet cherry
Apples berries fruits
The beaded bubbles
Claret Burgundy Bordeaux
Ruby on the lips, drips
Scarlet woman tempting Titian
Auburn henna hair
Or cinnabar and cardinal
Zinging in the south
Hot Tuscan earth the potter
Baked to terracotta clay
On burnt sienna hills
A happy chance, encountering
Pure serendipity
A catalogue proclaiming loud
The glory of the red

21st November 2009, Hounoux







2 comments:

  1. You devil! Walking along the canal path last week I was needing Andy's brain to explain why all the reds a low frquency colour were so vibrant in late afternoon light. Initially I was off course experiencing red as your poem so wonderfully expresses as 'a sensuous delight' but gradually the brain was trying to reach back to physics lessons! I was the red in the Anish Kapoor exhibition that really got me going!

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  2. Andy - as I told you tonight- is always trying to explain about frequencies and why the sunset is red etc. I love science too but oh the magic in the words, the language, what a fantastically evocative collection I stumbled across in my trusty Chambers Crossword Dictionary. As you say, red is such a powerful and heady colour. Thank you thank you Jude for being my follower.

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