NaPoWriMo 2020: Day 7
Red, color
of creative fire.
Who knew she could
cozy up to purple
and not offend?
She is blood,
sound of a heartbeat,
fluttering in midst
of a Montana
sunset.
A skimpy dress
worn only once,
with just a fragile
gold chain
for closure.
The Monte Carlo
and its speed
with which
l learned how easy
it is to leave.
Color of a broken heart
that mourns
what could have,
should have
been.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/6/2020
Image is a template I made by putting a pen and ink line weave doodle through the kaleidoscope app. Then colored, daring myself to use red in all of its glory. I finished it off with a digital background and it swiftly became a favorite.
Soul's Music 
Red is all those things you so eloquently described. I especially love that you’ve designated RED as a she! That in itself is quite wonderful! And your kaleidoscope image is a stunner!
I did some painting when I was married. Never really got comfortable with it. But when I accidentally started making my templates, I got some fine Artists pen and started coloring. I got very intimate with the colors and have them separated into genders and more, lol. I define red as she because the Patriarchy defined her as a color women should not wear because it defined her as “Easy” and “and a whore” (Red Light District). My particular coloring doesn’t do well in red, and I’ve always resented that. Except for that one skimpy dress that was more orange than red, lol. I sort of like breaking the rules. Can you tell?
Elizabeth
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So beautiful – the Montana sunset. So sad “I learned how easy it is to leave”, and then the could have, should have been”. I have one of those too. This poem speaks from heart to heart.
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Red. You paint her beautifully.
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Love the imagery in this, right down to her dress. Red is a favourite color of mine. Red in Spanish is roja, which is feminine.
Love,
Pamela
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A vivid poem, Elizabeth.
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