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