Velvet pierces through like a septum ring gone bloody
Softness of skin yet
A jaggedness of shards pin-pricking
Crawling, creeping, a sensation that is unavoidable
Everything is gore, sore
Yet everything is savory
Bleeds down honey-like slow
Hot and sticky, pulsing
Practically uncomfortable
Like the sweat trickling down left temple
The saltiness resting on the upper lip edge
The shaking of anticipation
There is so much bursting inside
Blood vessels expanding
Energy coursing through faster than oxygen
Everything is charged with anxious excitement
Threatening to implode and detonate like a ticking-time bombed heart
Explode through piercing screams
Skin cracking open
Revealing the gory sores embedded within
Oozing, spilling over sweet
Everything is boiling
Barely comprehensible
The heat rising right up
Volcanic eruption, eyes burst wide open firework
There is so much out there, raging,
Red
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Thank you for taking the time to read this poem. It has been a long time coming, part of my Colour Poem series that I started... two years ago maybe? Red was requested by Dharrsheena a way-while back, and I guess I finally had the inspiration for it. So Dharr, this is for you!
If you want to check out another poem from my Colour Series, I'd love to know which was your favorite. Also, feel free to request a colour and maybe I'll write the poem (in less than two years oops).
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Oneg In The Arctic
A storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (11)
Well-wrought! Red as passion and pleasure, sometimes too much, sometimes leaves a mess and blood flows instead of wine, like the proverbial red rag to a bull--an urban legend, yes, but that's what we do, incite the animal to violence and blame it on the color of the cloth with which we enrage it!
WOOOOOOOO dam that was fire so intense. I saw it play out in my head so vividly what a poem
That was ... intense! Such a great beat and pace, building pressure like something red hot! Amazing work! If you haven't already, I would love to see what you do with 'Pink' 🩷
Oh, this was great! I love how warm the word choice was. Nothing about this was cold, it was red through and through. Loved this!
Love the descriptions in this one - so detailed, so vivid. Perfect way to describe the colour!
Oh my, where to begin? I remember that series and how I commented that I could see the colours in your words. Same here, but also the emotion, the pain, adrenaline, and the explosion. I had so many visions, like periods, childbirth, torture, passion. I swear at one point I even saw an Olympic sprinter at the starting gate. You absolutely nailed this. I'll be seeing red if it's not a TS. 👏👏
This just kept gaining momentum until those last lines dropped and Boom! The wait was worth it, how wonderful!!
Oooo, the blood, oozing, gore, boiling, savoury, bursting, erupting, imploding! Gosh this poem was so bloody elegantly magnificent! Thank you so much for this Oneggggg!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
Last line is 🔥
Wow 🤩 just absolutely fucking gorgeous work
Fabulous poem for our color series loving it!!! Oh your last three lines, "Volcanic eruption, eyes burst wide open firework There is so much out there, raging, Red." ♥ ♥ ♥