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
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.
Thanks Michael, hope you have a great day too! 🙂 🙂
ohhhh nice one Sis xxx
Thanks Roxi!! 🙂 🙂
That’s very good. A beautiful flow to it.
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂
You’re welcome 😄
Love it! ❤
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
You’re Welcome!!! ^-^
Liked this, a lot. Scarlet for ever a flag.
Thanks so much Philippa!! 🙂 🙂
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.
Fair enough, but must have been a shame to part with her. It’s hard losing pets. Thanks so much for commenting with such a personal anecdote!! 🙂 🙂
Very nice!!! 🙂
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂 xxxx
Beautifully composed piece. Lovely rhythm.
Thanks so much Noora!! 🙂 🙂
Great poem, it goes with the lovely image. -:)
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂