Rose Madder
Rose Madder
Eloquent to its name
Its pink set deep
Vibrant
Soft and screaming
A morning glory
Etches shade and hue
Though red prose lustre’s
That warm
And cool
In sunset pools
Its flush a more succinct translation
To the blush of scarlet
Captures the Lotus tip
With its piquant colour
As striking as a petal fire
In velvet folds
To delicate depths
Rose Madder
Is my pink neon pallet
Inspired by Kristin Reynolds Breathing Colour into January
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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