In Red

They were married in red.

Red was the wine as it flowed past the lips

Red wasa her dress as it flowed past her hips

Red was her blush, 'neath his fingertips

Though all gathered 'round thought it above her.

 

They were married in red.

Red was the love, each one for the other

Red were the guests, the all seath with anger

Yet green all with envy as they watched this red stranger

Dance their golden boy away.

Reviews

[Phil Kuhlman]

This is great. The pacing is so fast, but you lose nothing while reading it at such a speed. The symbolic use of colors really gives you enough of a mental picture of the events that you don't need any "this and that" to the story, it just flows into the "punchline" like a ton of bricks, and it works great. I love this piece, and can't wait to see more like it. And this is all coming from someone who veers away from most poetry. Thumbs up! I love the use of color for every "side" of the poem, the woman in red, the golden boy, the green eyes of the family. Awesome work.