Red

• Kal-kidan Alchin, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2015

I’m a colour one can’t describe,
I would tell you I’m ugly if I lied,
I’m somewhere between yellow and blue,but really I’m just a mixture of Hues.
I’m the warmth of the sun in the morning,
And the colour of signs when they read ‘WARNING’,
I’m the colour of a love rose,a symbol of romance, I suppose.
I’m the colour lolly everyone adores,
Leaving mystery why, behind the cause.
The trickle of blood on a marble floor,
Leaving stains to stay and repulsive gore.
On Christmas especially, I’m best friends with green,
Giving young’uns a reminder not to be naughty or mean.
My other friends, pink and yellow try to be me,
But we all know, no matter how much they mix, they never will be.
I think there's enough said,
it's clear i'm the colour red.