Theme Thursday: RED (and Stanley Kubrick)

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Seeing Red

 

It was always RED, for you.

Red, rolling out on 

hallways of marble.

Red, flashing

on moire and mouth.

Red!

Red was there,

in black and white,

on the battlefield—

gushing red.

Through the grains

of celluloid—

never devoid

of red.

Spartacus-juice

and Lyndon lips

and oddities in space—

all filled with red.

Even “Orange” had streams

of red.

Red sweaters and red rugs 

and red rum!

Red flags and red drapes,

red robes and red rooms—

red badges of courage.

Red wine and red rims,

red walls and red coats,

red cars on crowded red-lit roads.

Red letters and red lovers.

Red on red on RED!

 

It was your rubricke,

Kubrick.

 

Kat Mortensen©2010