Red.

• Angeline Ooi, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2014

Red is the blood that pumps through your veins,
Red is the autumn leaves stuck in the drain.
Red is the cheek of an embarrassed child,
Red is the burn of a chilli, hot or mild.
Red is the sky when the sun starts to sink,
Red is the flame, warming your drink.
Red is a bunch of berries waiting to be picked,
Red is the tiny bubble on a finger that is pricked.
Red is the loudness of a scream or shout,
Red is the rage and anger that makes you pout.
Red is your confidence to be at the top,
Red is the traffic light that makes you stop.
Red is a precious rose with beads of dew,
And red is the true love I cherish with you.