I have written this poem in response to a wonderful short story Redolent by blogger extraordinaire Selma in the City about the colour red. If you haven’t stopped by Selma’s blog, please do – she is one of the loveliest, kindest, sweetest human beings on the planet.

This is a poem in a series about colour, with red going next (my favourite colour!)


There was a girl all dressed in black
slow danced with alchemy

black lace-up leather stomping boots
deflected her enemy

her ankle-length black woollen coat
safeguarded her from cold

malicious creatures all around
she built the protective fold

hair and makeup, black as black as
the ace of spades, the facade

she placed the death card for all to see
to heed the sign of the scarred.