Red

• Bryan Ibanez, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2011

Red is an apple, sweet full of luscious envy.
It sounds like a heated voice shouting across the distance.
It carries the smell of a fire with the horrendous burning life.
It feels like a hot steamy velvety cloth that lies upon the table.
Red inspires anger yet love the lust for urgency even hatred.
It bares the tang of a strawberry slightly bitter though sweet.
It is the beginning of something new a tsunami wiping out the old.
Red is where the sun meets the horizon a spectacular show of colours.