Photo © by Jeff Dean.

Photo © by Jeff Dean. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

They called her Scarlet
Just like her lips
Between the name and the soul
Something else trips
She’s like the moon’s parade
At the eclipse

Such a name, Scarlet
Deep and red stained
Wild was her nature
With nothing contained
Is it the name now
Is this explained?

They called her Scarlet
Red like her blood
When she departed
None understood
She’s a red handkerchief
Adrift in a flood

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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20 Responses to Scarlet

  1. Lovely play on the word and sad in that she was who she was, to me a flawed character, who often the most interesting. Have a good day Helen.

  2. ohhhh nice one Sis xxx

  3. That’s very good. A beautiful flow to it.

  4. philipparees says:

    Liked this, a lot. Scarlet for ever a flag.

  5. sknicholls says:

    I loved the poem. I had a Scarlet Eclectus parrot once, not so very long ago, that was named Scarlett. She was beautiful, and could sing and talk, but after she drew blood three times. (Me, only, she loved my husband), we had to sell her. I heard they moved to Puerto Rico, I am happy for her. We feared she might hurt one of the grandkids seriously.

  6. Skye says:

    Very nice!!! 🙂

  7. Noora says:

    Beautifully composed piece. Lovely rhythm.

  8. Great poem, it goes with the lovely image. -:)

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