Poetry Thursday - Red
This weeks Poetry Thursday prompt was quite simply Red.
Coincidentally, I had written a "red" poem only two weeks ago, but didn't really connect with it. In fact it is still sitting in draft status somewhere on the Burnt Offerings back burner (pardon the pun). I guess my impromptu attempt was merely a practice.
Spike-heeled stilettos
roam the streets in wait.
Red Light District,
in the dark corners of the night.
Shiny leather boots
march defiantly as one.
The world's Red Armies
Unite the Communist front.
Winter pale toes
stomp the season's first fruit.
A silky red wine
born from luscious juice.
Bare Indigenous feet
dance The Brolga with precision.
Dry red dirt
swirling with the movement.
Dorothy's famed shoes
click at the heels.
Ruby Red slippers
Just want to go home.
Swollen ankles - mine,
throb from standing.
Red woollen socks
With a hole in the toe.
© Strauss
6th March 2007
