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Rouge de Guerre
“There is a shade of red for every woman.”
I’m kind of a big shot
in the color spectrum,
part of the trinity of
in hand with yellow and blue.
I’m kind of the Gemini in the group,
symbolizing everything from
l’amour to la guerre.
I am the vigorous hue
at the end of the visible light spectrum.
I have a brilliantly mantled clan
of cousins, from yelllow-tinged
scarlet and vermillion to blueish-
red crimson, or pinkish-blue violet,
to pale petal pink to deep red burgundy,
or dusky rubies and weather-worn brick,
from almost black currant to apple and
All mammals can see me,
but dogs and cattle can not.
They only see yellow & blue.
I seem gray to them.
Yes, that means a bull can’t see
red--he is just irritated by the
movement of the cape.
Most folks just call me Red,
but I vastly prefer Rojo.
My esthetic side leads to
love, passion, lust, shame,
embarrassment and orgasm.
My malevolent side leads to
conflict, combat, war, danger
From day one to wound one
I have been associated with blood,
secondary to oxygenated hemoglobin.
Christ, wines and divers religions
have made me a popular
I am proud to be wedding dresses
in India, and flags in Japan and China,
flapping in every language. I remember
well a 1,000 B.C. when prehistoric men
mixed me from ochre for their cave art.
I am a power color.
Extroverts adore me.
From power ties (except for Trump’s)
to sleek sports cars,
I will get your attention.
I can make you hungry or horny,
can designate you as saint or sinner,
and accompany Cardinals
as feathered breasts
and Vatican robes.
Yellow and Blue are OK,
like unleavened bread is OK,
but when it comes to energy and power--
I’m your Guy.
Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub