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Thursday, March 08, 2007

Ruby Red for Poetry Thursday

Out of left field. Sorry. Really no excuse...There are many women living in my head. They surprise me sometimes! I honestly don't think that this poem is based on fact...least I don't think it is....


My Rules

There it was
tucked in a box
tied with a pretty bow.

My red betrayal.

I have always been
a white lace girl.
Maybe pink when
I feel the need
to blush.

Even black is a push
come to shove.
Not really my form.

I was certain you knew me.

So why this
sudden need
for scarlet?
Am I to be
someone else tonight?

Should I keep my
smart mouth shut?
But perhaps you
prefer it open.

Tell you what
make you a deal.
I'll be your vixen
when you buy
your own condoms.

Til then,
Let me drive.


wlf 9:33 pm



Lets mosey on over to PT..shall we.... This should be interesting.

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posted by wendy at 8:00 AM

18 Comments:

Oh, this ruby is a GEM.

"Should I keep my smart mouth shut? But perhaps you prefer it open."

Great work. Your poetry just keeps getting better.

3/7/07, 11:11 PM  

Out of left field maybe, but more likely the right side of your brain! I love the foxy flavour to it and the picture it paints of one sassy female. Keep writing!

3/8/07, 5:17 AM  

From one sassy diva to another, I say good show. Love your vision and voice.

Rose

xo

3/8/07, 7:44 AM  

LOL... Sorry, but I get the sense of giggling in this poem. Slightly naughty, but determined to have a good time.

Why is red lace so threatening? I love your closing stanzas. That'll teach him. :)

3/8/07, 7:47 AM  

How fun - a woman strong enough to reject the "strong" color, who makes a power play, too!

3/8/07, 7:48 AM  

I like the voince in this poem and I'd react to red lace the same way too - why is that?

3/8/07, 8:16 AM  

Oh, that was great! I love the tone, and the use of colours. The last three stanzas are just excellent. I'm glad you're brave enough to celebrate all the different women living in your head - makes for highly entertaining poetry.

3/8/07, 9:24 AM  

Wendy,
Who was buying the condoms before?
you put it out there for sure. No what? it was great! Full of fire and grace.
rel

3/8/07, 3:46 PM  

That was brilliant! Love the final lines. You should let that woman out of your head more often..

3/8/07, 3:53 PM  

Ooh, this ruby red is on fire! Well done, you!

3/8/07, 4:08 PM  

What a smart poem, and I love that dagger of an ending.

3/8/07, 4:42 PM  

love it love it love it..great fun..made me grin at the end..thanks for the visit..m

3/8/07, 5:06 PM  

You wicked girl. Of course, you always drive, don't you? At least, the one-of-you who wears the scarlet pants! (I've always suspected that writers--particularly poets--have more than one persona at the wheel.)

;)

3/8/07, 6:25 PM  

"red betrayal"

Perfect. Saucy. And I completely second what G said - I love that the narrator rejects the red so violently and yet is still so strong and in control.

Bravo.

3/9/07, 11:24 AM  

Oh yes!

3/10/07, 6:30 AM  

ahhhh...
i love the voice in this.

3/10/07, 6:49 AM  

I agree - and I love the ending.

3/10/07, 1:01 PM  

Wendy, I almost forgot to tell you how much I LOVEd your essay in Ask Poetry Thursday. It was perfect!

3/10/07, 9:47 PM  

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