Fiery Red

Just a poem on my favourite colour. 

Red is for passion

a rose given in love,

and a bright sunset

in the sky above.

Red for danger

sex and sin,

the hue on the breast

of a little robin.

A glass of red wine

that’ll do you good,

but too much and your nose

will turn the colour of blood.

The cross of St. George

and the maple leaf,

a red poppy worn

for remembrance and grief.

The autumn leaves

a beautiful shade of red,

and a ruby means

you’ve been a long time wed.

And the colour of fire

and some peoples hair,

but a red rag to a bull

means you’d better beware ! 




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