Poetry Thursday #10
This week’s (completely and totally optional) idea is simply: Red.
I was really stumped. It's not a favorite color. The word makes me think Communist, blood, anger, flag and . . . walls. The walls of our condo when we bought it. High-end, very expensive, Architectural Digest walls. Orange dining room, brown living room and red family room--each with multiple faux glazes, each with matching ceilings. So here's some silliness; just some fun about seeing red.
by Norma Bruce
March 5, 2007
"Do the walls have to be so red?"
she said.
Decorators, a team,
had a bad color scheme
a bit off the beam,
'twas sometime before
we opened the door.
They’d toned it down with faux,
a touch of gold, just so.
"Why didn’t they know
it reflected pink
in the bathroom sink?"
"The floral drapes are mauve and peach,"
she’d screech.
"Carpet is green and thick,
hearth is a reddish brick.
I just might get sick--
clashes so with red
now hurting my head."
"These walls drive me wacky,"
he mumbled, "By cracky,
Let's paint them khaki."
"Good-bye to the red,"
she agreed and said.
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