Tuesday, May 19, 2009

RED

A comparison of color in verse:
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As she breathed deeply into the scented rose,
she remembered his words:
Only you, dear Ruby, are my love,
my life, the flower of my dreams,
the fire in my heart.

And she blushed as she gazed
into the flaming sunset,
the cherry blossoms wafting
onto her russet locks.

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Olivia Klonaris, Red, 1994


And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine
Burned like the ruby fire set
In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine,15
Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate,
Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet
With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.

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Oscar Wilde, In the Gold Room: a Harmony, 1881

7 comments:

michelle G said...

lovely poem

Miss Dallas said...

Beautiful poem Livvy. Goes very well with the Wilde excerpt. BTW, red is my favorite color.

Flighty said...

Lovely, especially yours! xx

Anonymous said...

Ooh it's pretty! I love the description you gave of the woman. It's like a modern take, on a classic verse. :D

Olivia said...

Thank you all.

Odd thing is, I hadn't read any Oscar Wilde yet in 10th grade, when we were given the assignment. I think it was a free verse.

It makes me think of the 1920s.

The Moody Minstrel said...

Wow, that's certainly vivid! I can hear the orchestra playing in the background! This calls for more tea...

Um Naief said...

ooohhh, i'm loving it!!