Red

• Emilia Chapman, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2021

The violent violin played in my head
I didn't even know where this lead.
Would she mind? Would she care?
No. Red was her favourite colour.
Even in a crowd I felt as lonely as a cloud,
with the storm rumbling on in my head.
Scribbled faces lay ahead.
Would I mind? Would I care?
I knew I didn't mind, I knew she didn't care.
Was there another?

Amongst the storm he held the roses like I held
the glinting blade in my hand.

There was another.

But he wouldn't mind, he wouldn't care.
He had said
red was his favourite colour