Red

Red

A forest fire without the smoke

Beauty of heat without the horror

No troubling pyre or anguished cries.

A crimson flash and all the rest

The curling twines that lie around

And bring the light into your eyes.

They would say it’s all a dream

My golden studded, freckle-spotted

Gold-ring laden glass of wine.

Plucking strings and little things

Glancing towards the middle distance

Then back again to meet my own.

Rosiness that reddens faces,

Making light of all the greyness

Adding depth to lightest lines.

All in blue, I see your neck

And all the air that dances round you

To bear the waves of fondest times.

I would fain be kind-like to you

I would long to get to know you

Here’s a window into mine.

One day soon the glass may shatter

Birds may sing and waves may crash

A red squirrel dashing along a branch

And all the joy of longed-for times.

But for now you stay in silver

Lighted panes that hide you from me

Hide you truly from my mind.

Reviews

[B]

I love this usage of color to express time and its very emotive
I see this as this lover you see afar
You reach out and wonder - is this old or new
Did it die or is it still there?
The red in you believes its all alive
Yet the silver seeks out your mind - asking you is it gone - or is she still there

Really emotive - bravo!