Well-read
Well, red,
Scarlet woman,
One in vermilion.
Crimson-clad,
Alerting all those
Drab-draped drones
That she is
Simply
Not like them.
Heart worn proud on her
Kaftan sleeves,
She glides, or rather
Flounces,
Flouting convention
And all that that entails.
To them her cardinal
Sin
Is simply she is other.
These forty years
Her ruby garb
Asserts
She will not be put within a box,
Pillar, or otherwise.
Some may call her sinner,
Yet she defers to cinnabar.
Baa
Black
Sheep,
She is not.
Electing instead to
Crush the worms
Beneath those
Proud Doc Marten soles.
Out and fit, no need to blush -
Her outfit has it covered.
About the Creator
Bryan Hallett
As prime suspect at a murder mystery company, I spend most of my writing time dreaming up interactive murder mysteries - but every now and then, another nugget of creativity shines forth and I love to share these where possible.
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