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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