Tuesday, 25 October 2016

Day 25-Red

Give me a virtuous woman
For she is worth her weight in rubies.
How many rubies would I be then?
Would I fill up with cold red stones?
Would they spill out of my eyes my mouth my ears
Out onto the floor?
Spilling out like droplets of ice blood?
Piling high as I disappear
Into a virtuous  cloud of deep scarlet.

No comments:

Post a Comment