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The hidden layers of red

As part of the colour series and with ANZAC day just gone I thought red was appropriate

Ulterium of Reds ( the hidden layers of red)

Into a field of poppies

It will tell of many things

Asking how big is life and death,

the bravery of pain

Some of it is written

Readable on paper, the rest on faces

More deeply etched than memory

I could speak of blood, but

It would crowd the room

Rather poppies, even roses still bloom

Sanguine beneath that sun

Distant idylls enshrining the best and worst

Extempore bursts to infrared rehearsed

Clare L Rolfe 2020


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