Red

Mel Trent

I wore
red to your funeral
a blister against
the stone grey sky
white snow and standard
black of mourning
and I lived in darkness
with the throbbing
of rain on tin
penetrating my sleep
disturbing my inner senses
leaving the impression
of being red
or maybe some
perception of defiled dignity

Article © Mel Trent. All rights reserved.
Published on 2009-09-21