The use of the colour red. 14th October 2013.




My homicide.

The warmth of life's essence
Dripping down solemn walls.
Meeting with an outcast rose
That lay cradled in dying hands.
Spilt wine upon the oak floor
Tell many tales of angry haze.





Poetry by John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-10-14 at 15:13

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All the different reds - crimson, vermillion, rose, wine, blazing sunset colours... Evocative!
2013-10-15


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
John, I find it interesting that you refer to your Homocide. It begs the questions who, what, where and why! Well written. It leaves all these delicious ends dangling for the reader to complete.
2013-10-15



Very sad but well written!
2013-10-14